This is the most raw and vulnerable thing I’ve ever shared on the internet, but I believe that stories like my own need to be told. Recently I lost my baby in the first trimester. It's an event that’s shaken my world, altering the plans I had for the future in an instant. After taking some time to grieve and heal, I now feel like I’m ready to open up.
What brings me solace is the realisation that grief is not a linear process. Even today, though I feel different from that heart-wrenching day, I embrace the waves of grief as they come, knowing they're becoming less frequent and more distant. Knowing that I'm not alone, I’m not the first, and I won’t be the last. This realisation also carries a bittersweet emotion as it comes from dear friends, aunts, sisters, and mothers, who I know and love.
I've also found comfort in small things like heat packs, soothing teas, meditation and writing. But most importantly, I have found comfort in my family. My incredible husband, who carries his own grief while providing me with unwavering support—and our little man—whose kindness and infectious laughter create a welcomed distraction.
I'm learning to accept the life and death that happened within my body, welcoming with it the rollercoaster ride of heartbreak and love, sadness and joy, fear and trust. But amidst life's twists and turns, I consciously choose to trust in the journey, even if it may seem cruel at times.
I'm incredibly grateful to have found such an amazing community, where I can freely share my heart and soul, this in itself is healing.
Thank you all so much.
With love,
Krysa xx