I've always heard that photography could Blake Prestonbe therapeutic, and after losing both of my parents within 364 days of one another, I knew this to be true. I remembered this healing power when I was 13 months postpartum with my healthy baby son and deep in depression. His birth was traumatic; I was invisible, and my pain went ignored for days at the hospital. My heart weighed so heavy in my chest that it felt as if I was drowning. I needed to feel less alone, so I turned to Facebook and asked others to share their experiences of birth trauma. "Are you looking for stories about stillbirth?" one grandmother asked, and that is how The Loss Mother's Stone began.