Last night I asked Chad what he was scrolling while we were watching our nightly funny show. ??? ?? ???? ??? ????? ???? ?? ???? ?? ??? ???? ?????. Well, fuck. We are getting close to having to let Bosco go. Dementia is
No workshops, no work, and no social media for a week. It felt impossible and without it, I knew the resentment and fatigue that was building would take me down.
Today marks what would have been the 6th birthday of our third - six years of healing, of wonder, and most of all, of honor. This grief journey never gets easier, it simply gets different, and this year is
Friendships have been one of the extras of my infertility journey. Not a consolation prize of my hard story and three lost babies, but rather a gift that I have fought for, created, and received.
My name is Justine Froelker, and I am the infertility advocate whose story scares the bejeezus out of most in our community.
It was only in the darkness of grief and loss that I found the light, His and mine. He made a way for me to Him, when there was no way. Three lost babies and accepting life without children…only God
Bestselling author and mental health therapist Justine Brooks Froelker shares her 6 universal lessons for National Infertility Awareness Week and the launch of her blog book, The Mother of Second Chances.
Gracie is plastered against my leg, our usual morning position on the bright orange couch in the sun soaked living room My steaming coffee beside me alongside my stack of morning books and journals.
My worth is not in children by my side, in being called mom or being seen as someone who matters by society. My worth is in Him and what better time of year than now to remember that.
