World Childless Week 2019

Letters From Our Hearts - Forgiving Ourselves

This year’s letters are about forgiveness; not about forgiving others but looking inwards and forgiving ourselves. It can be so easy to place blame and anger and leave it there without addressing the issue.

I left it too late, I should have tried one more time, I should have gone for it on my own, I could have tried a different health gimmick, I should have borrowed the money, lost the weight, stayed in the relationship etc etc. Until we accept the past and forgive ourselves for any decisions or actions we may (or may not) have made, it can be hard to move forwards.

On Tuesday we will be sharing letters of forgiveness with you.

The Self Compassionate Heart with Jody Day

To coincide with "Letters from our Hearts: Forgiving Ourselves" Jody Day of Gateway Women will be leading a free 1-hour webinar on the topic of self-compassion.

How working with it can really improve our relationship with ourselves, and help us stop beating ourselves up about some aspects of our childless 'story'.
Jody Day

To find out more information and register for this webinar please click here

Welcome to Tuesday’s World Childless Week and ‘Letters From Our Hearts’

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Thumbs and Ovaries

As you already know, we have short, stubby thumbs. We “won the genetic lottery” (ha!) and inherited the family trait of short (or length-challenged?) thumbs. This is not news to you. You have only known life with short thumbs.

Dear souls

It’s taken me months to write what I wanted to say and I’m a bit nervous. Really scared to tell you the truth. Ironically I’m a writer, with five books published.

Dear families

When I was a child, our large London family led by my great grandparents, East End born and bred, was stereotypically known for it’s warm heart and tough exterior.

Dear Forgiveness

Yes, it has taken me a long time to find you, however I’m starting to reach you. I know I forgive the five-year-old fat kid with a damaged soul due to a broken body diagnosed by the age 5. You see I grew up in the “normal” world; I went to a “regular” school, many times the only one with ugly orthotic braces on my legs.

Dear Sarah

This is a difficult letter to write to you, because you’re me, and we don’t often talk in this way. We don’t often sit together in silence and contemplate the thoughts and feelings that come up around the fact you couldn’t have the children you so desperately wanted. So here goes…

To the struggles

It’s a rare thing, to have a conversation with yourself. To ignore life’s distractions - the ping of emails, a fear of missing out on social media. I’m told it’s the best conversation you can have but it is one I don’t have. If I’m alone, I’m not alone, because I have a dog.

A Letter to Myself: It’s Not Your Fault

I know it can feel like this is your fault. I know some days you still wonder if it is. I’m here to remind you that it’s not. This never was, nor ever will be, your fault.