What leaves you feeling most exposed and vulnerable? It may be different for each of us, but in each case, it is something we have no control over. It might be the way you look, or a character flaw, or perhaps a disease or mental defect. For me, I feel most vulnerable when living through loss. There is nothing that can prepare you for it. And when it happens all you can hope for is to survive the ride.
Loss~ Sometimes it crashes over me like a giant wave; swallowing me up and drowning me.
I am all alone with this secret sadness.
Everyone thinks I’ve forgotten and that I’ve gotten over my miscarriage.
My pregnancy that I never got to share with the people I love.
My baby who I never got to welcome into the world; into our family.
Life carries on but I can’t forget. It’s always right here with me.
It’s in my heart and bubbles to the surface and almost chokes me on certain occasions.
When I see a pregnant woman who is about as far along in her pregnancy as I should be, my heart silently breaks.
I am not bitter. I am envious that she does not know the pain of loss.
I would not wish the loss of a pregnancy or a child on my worst enemy.
I am sad for my baby that I will never know. I feel cheated.
I am pissed that this happened to me.
I long for what I should be experiencing too.
No one hears me. When I lie awake at night unable to sleep and one of my daughters comes in to get me, I lie there looking at my two beautiful babies and I yearn for something I’ll never know; someone I’ll never meet: my baby.
The little life that lived inside me for only 10 weeks, who I loved more than words can ever convey.
Loss is not fair.
Why did this happen to me?
Everyone gets to move on with their life but I can’t. I’m stuck in my loss being swallowed whole and I don’t think I’ll ever break free.
I feel like everyone has forgotten; no one remembers or cares to remember the little life that almost was but my heart breaks and yearns daily to feel my baby in my arms and at my bosom. I never will.
I try to carry on and be strong because that’s my nature. I’m not the victim who sits around and lets life happen to her.
Though my miscarriage immobilized me completely for a month.
Loss has crippled me emotionally.
I pack my pain up in a tiny box and push it way, way down.
I try not to drone on or linger too long. No one likes a Debi Downer but I’m down, down in the pits of hell alone.
Not every day or constantly but the pain of loss lingers just beneath the surface; haunting me from within.
Crying into my pillow in the middle of the night. Screaming, yelling hating the pain, wishing I didn’t know this pain so intimately.
I don’t know how people carry on normally after their loss.
I don’t know how or when life feels normal again. When does my heart stop aching?
When can I stop pretending to be okay and actually be okay?
There will always be a hole in my arms where my baby should be.
There will always be a part of our family missing in my heart.
I will never be the same.
I will never be okay.
My loss is my constant companion.