My new life after death
Aug 18, 2019
3 minutes
For the first month or two after Jen Hutchison lost her son in 2012, she was barely able to function, reduced to little more than a heartbeat. For the next year, she fell into what she calls an “emotional coma”, moving through life like an automaton. She couldn’t say her son’s name without crying; grief was always lurking, ready to pounce.
“You’re in the supermarket, crying into the Weeties, because you see the cereal brand you bought when they were kids,” recalls Jen. “The depth of loss is beyond anything I have ever imagined.”
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