My name is Colleen. I’m a 30-something-year-old self-employed work-from-home-mom. Occasionally I will lock my painfully shy introverted self away and write something that ends up here on the internet.
On July 4, 2011 my firstborn son, Wesley, was born premature at 25 weeks gestation fighting for his life. Tragically, he lost that fight just two days later in the early morning hours of July 6, falling asleep in my arms and changing my life forever.
In less than a week, I went from a happy and healthy pregnant optimist to a bereaved mother crippled from grief, post-traumatic stress disorder, anxiety attacks, and depression. Not quite a year later, I also suffered a miscarriage.
In 2014, I finally gave birth to a healthy baby boy, and he is the joy of my heart and light of my life.
Over the years and through this process, my heart and soul was reduced to “ruins.” But I’m not giving up just yet.
Here you will find a few short stories, dabbles in fiction, personal accounts, and maybe a poem or two, all with the intention of turning this struggle into art.