Today, I am working on healing. It took me a long time to even grieve. My other half, though some good fortune, had met a woman who leads a miscarriage support group. After speaking with her about us, she made a suggestion. She told him that we should name "it". To not go through life without this. When Tim came home and told me this, I broke down and agreed that this would be good. Yet today, I am dealing with this empty, healing space inside. What do I do with this empty space? I just need a hug.
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