I was not prepared to experience this kind of pain. For me, rising in grief has become a regular behavior, one I constantly learn from.
When I feel the doom set in, I rise in the acceptance of the things I cannot control. On good days, I rise in the memory of what I cannot have. Some days I rise to love myself enough to feel the pain of this loss. I rise in grief. I rise in love. I rise in discomfort. I rise in gratitude. Over and over again, I rise.
Trigger Warning. This post discusses pregnancy loss.
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