I miscarried 3 months prior to writing this. I remember feeling like I should have been over it at this point, and failed to be honest with those around me about how much I was struggling.
The holidays have a way of making everything beautiful look even more beautiful, and everything tragic feel even more tragic.
My heart aches today. Not as much as yesterday, but a little more than the day before.
That’s the thing about grief, you never know where or when it will find you. Grief doesn’t mind if you have things to cross off your to do list, events to attend, or if you have to make good on promises to show up. It undoubtedly reappears from thin air, leaving your insides twisted and your eyes welling, when moments ago the world felt still.
It’s avoiding places with too much happiness because it’s draining to pretend.
It’s long quiet drives.
It’s waking up each day feeling that you’re forgetting to do something.
it’s sitting in your car in parking lots, alone in tears because you don’t want anyone to see you this way.
My heart aches today. I hope it will ache less tomorrow.