I am finally finding the strength to share my journey of healing. Writing this isn't easy, but I feel that maybe there is another mother out there feeling this same deep sadness, someone who just needs to know she isn’t alone. We often feel we have to stay strong for those who love us, and for me, my 10-year-old son is the reason I kept going. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn't be the woman I am today.
But for a long time, I was silent.
When I lost my baby, the people around me didn't let me grieve. They said: "You are not the only one who has lost a child, get up and be strong." So, I did what I was told. I hid my pain. I pushed my feelings deep inside to take care of my responsibilities, but my body couldn't handle the weight of that silence.
Eventually, my body broke. Because I wasn't allowed to cry, I ended up facing an autoimmune disease and even a sudden heart attack. It was a painful lesson that keeping our pain inside only leaves scars that never heal.
I’m sharing my story now because speaking up is the first step toward peace. To any mother out there feeling this same pain: please, live your grief. Let your emotions flow so you can heal without leaving those deep scars inside. My body suffered because I stayed silent, and I don't want that for anyone else.
I'm Nourell, and I’m finally trying to heal from the scars they can't see. I hope you'll stay with me as I move forward and find my way back to peace.
To be continued...
