You Can't Heal a Wound That You Ignore
I remember going back to work just a few days after my first miscarriage, wearing a mask of normalcy that felt foreign and uncomfortable. Colleagues would ask how I was doing, and I would smile and reply, "I'm fine, thank you." But inside, I was anything but fine.
Reflecting on the Journey of Healing After Miscarriage
In the aftermath of each loss, I found myself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions, chief among them was self-blame. I questioned everything about my body and my choices, wondering if there was something I could have done differently.
The Grief We Didn't Expect: Letting Go of What Could Have Been
I put these expectations on myself. Why? How? Because it isn’t lady like to continue to work on your own dreams while your kids are home and needing you. It’s considered selfish to not want to be the home school teacher.

