INSIDE OUT

Ever since expressing my experiences, which no one person could ever really understand unless gone through, I have felt an innermost peace. Thanks to those thinking of me, praying for me, and sending amazing words of kindness and wisdom, my heart already feels worlds better.

Expressing sorrow and grief to those we love (and yes even to strangers on a blog) can bring so much healing in such a short period of time. I feel that there has been closure once again and the ability to move on is here. Of course, I will always remember. But, I no longer feel the brokenness that can come with this type of loss. Feeling as though B understands more of what I've been through and I can share this sorrow with someone close makes me feel I can release and be released.

I feel connected to those women I could not have at one time. I am amazed at the stories, which have filled my messages, of other women of such strength who have gone through similar experiences. We are not "better" women to have gone through it. We are merely stronger. Our identity is not found in our miscarriage(s).

I am not Dawna - One... Who... Miscarries.

I am a women who has gone through a miscarriage and has found the strength to keep going. To all those women who have shared this grieving process, I hold your hand together with you and know that although our bodies have shared a similar experience, we all grieve differently. It takes strength to allow oneself to mourn through such an experience. It is in our ability to mourn and carry on, whatever the memory we take with us. I no longer see you as "what" you have gone through. I see you as how far you've come.