Journaling Through Miscarriage: A Personal Journey
I let the pen flow across the page, capturing the rawness of my emotions. There were no coherent sentences, just fragments of thoughts and feelings. In that moment, my journal became a mirror, reflecting back the turmoil I was too afraid to voice aloud.
Why I Don’t Go to the Doctor
Imagine that the pain of your miscarriages were the main rooms of the house, but there were parts of the house that you really didn’t need to visit every day and therefore completely ignored. That’s how the doctor was for me.
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.