Jessica Weaver

When I say, "Losing my daughter felt like my life was over," I am speaking honestly. The day'I lost Taylor, I didn't want to breathe. I didn't want to stand. I didn't want to exist. Some people may think,"But you still had another daughter and a family to live for." And that is true. But this story is not about my daughters' journeys - it is about my own. In those moments, I lost faith in myself, even in my ability to be a mother. Staying alive, minute by minute, was all I could manage. Those...

Dealing with my grief has stirred up a lot of guilt—both towards myself and from the expectations I feel from others. Often, these...

Let me start by saying, I’m still in the process of surviving. There are moments—gut-wrenching, unbearable moments—when I question if...