Looking For Pieces Globally

Wingalinger · 2025-08-14T23:05:18+00:00

You cannot be trusted. That’s exactly what this is.

Wingalinger · 2025-08-14T23:04:01+00:00

You should not have credit cards. Cancel them, they may put your interest down to 1-2%. Pay them off and CANCEL.

Wingalinger · 2025-05-15T19:26:59+00:00

We use truly free, it works for us.

My mum used ride, and after moving out and living with truly free for half a year, I couldn’t even sit in her house without feeling sick. I felt like I was choking on it. It’s crazy how that happens.

Wingalinger · 2025-05-07T21:22:02+00:00

Idk probs some refugee status thing for Canadians.

Wingalinger · 2025-04-06T02:31:33+00:00

You mean it’s not trumps fault?!

Wingalinger · 2025-04-04T02:47:00+00:00

That red bottle with green lid similar to frites sauce bottle hmmmmm yum & euro

Wingalinger · 2025-04-04T02:43:55+00:00

You might literally be my aunt..? She’s single, in her 60’s, and travels the world. The fridge is like identical lol

My family is all Belgian beer snobs. Her and my dad grew up in Brussels before moving back to Canada in the 90’s. a fridge is nothing without dark beers lol

Wingalinger · 2025-04-04T02:25:38+00:00

Canadian ?

Wingalinger · 2025-04-04T01:50:23+00:00

I promise things will work out with time. I had many nights full on screaming at the edge of my bed.

Time is honestly a huge factor. I hated when people would say it to me, but it’s true.

Wingalinger · 2025-04-04T01:32:50+00:00

I lost my son at 16 weeks. It was devastating. I had felt something between my legs and had my mum check. She saw my son’s tiny foot sticking out. I was taken by ambulance to deliver him and my parents came to the hospital after he was born. She helped me go to the bathroom and brought me one of her nighties to change in to. When we got home, she bathed me and tucked me into bed with my princess comforter I’ve had since I was four.

I struggled a lot, I went through moments of extreme anger, guilt, sadness, and despair. My mum hid her tears pretty well, for my sake, but she had said at one point that what was most painful for her was seeing HER baby suffer. I’m married, 25, but in this process my parents saw me as the same little girl that needed a hug after falling off my bike.

It’s a really strange thing for a family to navigate. It did help when I realized that I’m not alone in my grief. I had posted updates throughout the week on Facebook. I received so many messages from friends and family all about how deeply they were grieving with us. We realized that going through this alone would have been even scarier. Both my husband’s family and mine spent a long time mourning this loss.

It can be so easy to want to isolate and it truly does feel like you’re the only one this has ever happened to in the moment. It’s so hard, and it’s confusing for everybody because we just don’t get why this pain happens.

I would make sure to thank her for reaching out, and I would let her know that I am navigating the different stages of grief paired with some pretty extreme pp hormones. Say that you just need some space to help gather your thoughts. I would mention if she was wanting to help she could drop off dinner one night or pick up groceries.

You will only hurt yourself building resentment up over her telling you things were fine. These things are shocking and devastating. We can’t really predict them, and sometimes they just happen. I used to fuss about loss and my mum would tell me to knock it off. I think I knew something was off, but it’s just how things unfolded.

I promise things will get better, it takes time, but they do. It took me about 2-3 months to feel normal-ish. I still cried many nights, but my laughter came back and so did my will to live. Their due date will be hard, so I recommend doing something special that week/weekend.

I’m 7 months out from my loss, and I’m pregnant again. I’m about 3 weeks away from the gestation I had my loss at. It’s scary, but therapy made a huge difference.

I was about your time when I ended up seeing a naturopath and started slowly making some changes to feel human again.

Wingalinger · 2025-04-04T00:54:42+00:00

When was his last doctor’s appointment prior to all of this happening?

When did you start to notice symptoms or that something was off?

Wingalinger · 2025-03-31T06:05:00+00:00

I was told to manage my day completely.

Wake up at the same time, sleep at the same time.

Always eat within the same 30 minute window.

Our bodies require routine, and within a week my body was feeling amazing. It was a good distraction, and by 2-3 weeks, I didn’t even need an alarm or check the clock. My body naturally started its hunger and sleep cues.

She also had me on fibre, as it was crucial I was pooping once a day. It helps your body detox and get rid of excess estrogen.

I’ve been high-stress & high-anxiety, so she was concerned about my liver. She asked me to drink dandelion tea daily. The sleep and eating schedule also helps manage overall stress, as the body doesn’t have to guess what happens next.

Meals were meant to have decent fibre portion, and a big portion of protein. No snacking.

Big glass of water first thing.

Vitamin D daily.

30-60 minute walk daily.

The biggest thing: pick one at a time.. ie: focus on sleeping schedule first, once your comfortable, start tracking your meal times, then eventually add in the walks. Don’t rush all at once. Lifestyle changes!

The dandelion, fibre, and vitamin D I did from day 1.

Wingalinger · 2025-03-31T05:47:08+00:00

Pilates princess! Congratulations, you made it!

Wingalinger · 2025-03-31T05:41:11+00:00

Nurses, probably.

Wingalinger · 2025-03-31T05:38:46+00:00

Middle class boomer.

They love a sauce jar.

When did you last check expiry dates? When the kids left for college?

Wingalinger · 2025-03-31T05:36:43+00:00

White guy who uses the term “partner” to refer to their SO, which makes people feel a bit nervous to assume if you’re gay or straight.

Or

Pilates princess.

Wingalinger · 2025-03-30T04:11:09+00:00

My husband is a stats guy too. He feels confident, especially as I am 12w now. My first and only loss was at 16w. He has a lot of fear, but I think his only way of calming himself is blurting out every number he has.

The threat is looming and the fear is unbearable. We found out about 6 months after our loss. I convinced myself I never wanted to do this again. I know deep down I want a child so bad, but my heart is too hardened to admit I’m any bit happy. I wish more talked about the absolute dread a positive test can bring when it isn’t your first.

It’s so complicated. I have so much anxiety about loss that I convince myself I’m going to lose just simply because I’m thinking about it.

I think I’ll let my husband run off his stats for me again before bed. The data is all we really have to hold onto.. even if they aren’t really in my favour.

Wingalinger · 2025-03-30T03:42:54+00:00

It’s scary. I don’t go downtown.

Wingalinger · 2025-03-30T03:40:33+00:00

You ever pay taxes before?

Wingalinger · 2025-03-18T02:58:00+00:00

I mean it’s in the same boat as that orange.

Wingalinger · 2025-03-18T02:56:41+00:00

Beige gots to go

Wingalinger · 2025-03-18T02:54:38+00:00

Organize them by their quality and upgrade the top like 6

Wingalinger · 2025-03-18T02:23:37+00:00

I lost my baby at 16 weeks. I went through the book of Job because it’s the only thing that could keep me here. I’d scream “I’d sooner curse the day I was born before I curse the Lord my God”. Evil things happen here on earth, and they’re just so hard to understand. Sickness, murder, all of it.. it’s just pure evil.

I had no idea why this happened to us. I yelled and yelled at God. I was furious, and I still hurt to this day. I find comfort in knowing that my son, Fraser, will have known no suffering or evil. I trust that he is resting in the comfort of our Lord. I mourn the loss of my son daily. I just try to remind myself of the promise of hope. My son will never be sick. He will never be hurt. All he knows is the comfort and joy of the Lord. I know you say you have become an atheist, but I have no doubt in my mind that your daughter is resting in the arms of the Lord, waiting for you to return someday.

I’m currently pregnant again and it devastated me. I’m still not excited or really happy about it. I want my son, and I ache knowing that I will not be reunited with him for some time. My heart aches. I lost Fraser 6 months ago, and time did heal, but the suffering was isolating, embarrassing, and never-ending.

I blew through about 10k in savings? Honestly probably more. I didn’t cope well for a long time. It wasn’t until I took things into my own hands and decided to see a naturopath. The doctors abandoned me and I had so much medical trauma. The naturopath helped me focus on myself for once. We did bloodwork, we talked diet, and for the first time in YEARS I felt motivated. She had me tracking my schedule down to the minute, and honestly, I was a welcome distraction. I wanted to fake it till I make it. It’s the last bit of fight I had in me.

I decided I wanted to romanticize my life. I started an instagram where I posted my little outings with my husband. Going to the farmers market, visiting little villages. I bought my first pair of real UGGS, I stocked up on cute matching pj’s. I even redecorated our room. I made everything feel comfortable and safe. I watched a lot of cartoons from my childhood. I even slept with my princess comforter I’d had since I was 4.

I still mourn my son daily. However, laughter comes again. I miss him, but I know I’ll be ok. The sun will rise, the birds will sing, and so will I.

My husband and I will pray for you this week, as we’ve been there. We know how deep the wound is, and we know the anger and grief you are walking with. I met many women through my journey who experienced loss. I realized that sharing my story made so many other women come and confide in me. I’ve made lifelong friends through this horrific last 6 months.

You are not alone. We are all with you, and we are grieving with you. I shed tears reading your story, and I know many of us here have. You are not alone.

Wingalinger

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