The Child, a book on motherhood and grief.
Everyone has their boundaries, but writing means having to cross them. When I had my first child I was unable to write for a long time – I found that as life was stretching my boundaries I was trying to keep them in place. With everything around me changing it was difficult to pursue the change imposed by writing.
Although I was unable to write, I could still read. In a bag in the hallway I had a copy of Naja Marie Aidt’s grief-imbued
When Death Takes Something from You Give It Back, a book about the loss of her son Carl. It had been there for some time. Losing a child must be the most unbearable thing in the world. I thought at first that I wasn’t equipped to read that book, I was still too vulnerable after giving birth. I couldn’t face even the idea of losing a child. But I knew too that being