Loss, revisited in through the looking glass.

Our friends are going through a miscarriage, and it’s making me reflect on mine again. To David:

Thinking about miscarriage is hard still. I’m not really sad about what could have been anymore. I can’t imagine our lives otherwise at this point. And we have two lovely children. But it’s still really hard to remember how I was treated. How afraid I was to seek help and support. How inadequate the support felt even when I sought it. It was painful, of course, but there was so much unnecessary pain too.