I still remember...

I can still remember the day my miscarriage started.⠀⠀⠀

I can still remember the exact date, the time, the weather.⠀⠀⠀

I can still remember how I felt when I miscarried.⠀⠀⠀

I can still remember the emotion, the questions, the emptiness.⠀⠀⠀

I can still remember how others responded to my miscarriage.⠀⠀⠀

I can still remember their words, their expressions, their impact.⠀⠀⠀

I can still remember what I did when I miscarried.⠀⠀⠀

I can still remember the hiding, the breaking, the optimistic research. ⠀⠀⠀

I can still remember what I told myself when I miscarried.⠀⠀⠀

I can still remember the self-blame, the self-shaming, the self-loathing. ⠀⠀⠀

I can still remember the months following my miscarriage.⠀⠀⠀

I can still remember the delays, the waiting rooms, the specialists.⠀⠀⠀

I can still remember these things because they were a difficult part of my story. ⠀⠀⠀

I will always remember this chapter.⠀⠀⠀

The pain, the heartache, the rawness of it all. ⠀⠀⠀

How could I forget?⠀⠀⠀

I often want to, ⠀⠀⠀

But I don’t, I can’t, I won’t.⠀⠀⠀

It is deserving of a place in my story, just as every other exciting or enjoyable part is. ⠀⠀⠀

And while some choose not to share, a decision I completely respect, it’s a chapter that should be encouraged to be shared, not swept under the carpet and dismissed. ⠀⠀⠀

Because every chapter, no matter how good, bad or indifferent is part of the story, ⠀⠀⠀

My story, your story, their story, ⠀⠀⠀

And it is a part of the story which, if you choose to share, may help someone else reading it or hearing it feel a little less alone. ⠀