I'm sorry for your loss. I'm going to write about you may feel in the future, maybe it will help just a bit, just that one time, the hope that there's light at

I'm sorry for your loss. I'm going to write about you may feel in the future, maybe it will help just a bit, just that one time, the hope that there's light at the end of the tunnel. What helped me after losing my baby daughter was protecting my sleep, as sadness and depression seem to be way stronger when I'm tired. Before being able to do that, I was sinking, and today it's always a risk. Ten years after, I 'm still amazed I can smile and be happy, and this is such a joyful discovery every time: joy has become extraordinary. I felt like I would never have a real smile on my face. Finding a few rituals helped a lot: we bought a flower I'm tending to every other day, and there's a small tree above her grave where I go sit and talk to her. To this day, being angry at the thoughtless sentences people say is somehow helpful, like a reprieve from the sadness. No, my others kids do not "replace" my daughter. No, the fact she was a baby do not mean she was worth less than an older child. No, repeating me to get over it will not magically work, and anyway, why should I be ok with my child death? A beautiful discovery I made is that this situation will trigger discussions, gestures, moments that will become memorable : that one time where a remote friend said two sentences that got you through the day, that nasty grandma suddenly speaking so nicely for 5mn, that touch of sun on your skin while you were looking on the place she died, the new friends you make through communities of people suffering from the same thing, etc. Again, I'm sorry for your loss, it's not right, it's common but it's not right. For now, just one step at a the time, going through each day. At some point, hopefully, you'll see a light in the distance.