Deep in grief, I couldn’t see straight. The color of my life was darkness. I described grieving as “being as close to death as possible without experiencing death itself.”
The first time I miscarried, I thought, “I’m the only one who knows there’s one less person in the world today.”
The pain was all-consuming, a nearly tangible presence that surrounded …
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