After Paul died I began dreading the postman. Everything he delivered was reminder of everything I had lost. I longed for something that wasn't a bill, or a piece of admin. Something personal.

If you are feeling the same as I did then I would love to send you a letter. Something from me to you which will arrive though your letterbox in the next few days.

I'm not a therapist. I'm not going to fix anything. I'm just going to write to you like one real woman writes to another.

Your address is held securely and never shared with anyone. Ever.

This isn't a membership sign-up. There's nothing to cancel. It's just a letter.

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If it means something to you, I'll tell you a little more about what we're building together at Letters After Loss.

Ready? Let me write to you.