Why this book exists
A focused place to understand what is happening
More than her own life, Freya loved her son; and constantly, alongside that love, she grieved for him. For years she could not understand how both could be true at once, nor why this grief, unlike every other she had known, refused to resolve. Her son, Isaac, was seven, and he had been born with a significant disability, a condition that meant he would never walk, never speak more than a few words, never live the independent life she had, before he was born, unthinkingly assumed her child would live. She had, she thought, come to terms with it, accepted it, made her peace. And yet the grief kept returning, ambushing her at unexpected moments: at the sight of other children Isaac's age running and chattering and doing all the things he would never.
The writing is designed to reduce shame, bring the underlying pattern into view and give you practical ways to respond without pretending that every life follows the same formula.
