If you can’t go back to the life you had, where do you go?

My name is Nadja Ensink - Teich and I help widowed moms to thrive after loss.

I had to give myself permission to grieve, before I could give myself permission to live!

My husband was on his way to post the birth announcement cards and was stabbed to death right outside our front door. A stranger who was suffering from a psychosis was walking down the road with a 30cm long kitchen knife and was hearing voices in his head that he had to kill a white man. My husband didn’t stand a chance and died on the spot. Our baby was 11 days old.

It was a totally unprovoked attached - wrong moment, wrong time. It could have happened to anyone, but it happened to my husband.

I had just become a mother and now I am a grieving widow. Nothing makes sense anymore.

I chose to not let the murder be in charge of my life!
I am in control, not him!