It is probably counter productive to write this I feel the need to acknowledge today beyond the mere private.
Two years ago today I arrived home from my daughter’s Bali wedding and miscarried. I bled for three days non-stop, like a tap. It was the loneliest time of my life. And the months after were the most difficult times of my life. My body was out of control and my friendships all shifted.
I am no longer in that place, and the snow globe that is my life has settled.
Today though, I acknowledge the child that may have been had fate, the universe, God, whatever we call it, not intervened. For a short while I was pregnant and carrying life created from my genetic material.