When You Lose The Life You Carry
I come to the page with hesitation, as part of me wants to keep this story to myself, hidden away like a treasure, or a sin. Then I start wondering why this particular story isn't meant to see the light, why women stay silent so often, why we are masterful secret keepers, especially when it comes to our own experiences. Grief is one of the topics my writing tends to gravitate towards. I follow this impulse because it is a common experience that most people tend to go through in silence. Grief, in essence, is lonely. Even when you have other people's invaluable support, it is a process you have to undergo yourself. But there is nothing more comforting than feeling understood when you're in the midst of it. So, I write these words to make sense of my own experience, but I share them to let others know they are not alone. It goes like this: Earlier this year, I was pregnant, then I wasn't. For almost three months, I carried a life inside of me, shared my body, my resource