In light of mental health, and to encourage others to be brave with their emotions and experiences, I’d like to share a story of my own that’s personal and heart-wrenching at its core.
This past December, I was two months pregnant, and so excited at the possibility of expanding my family. No sooner than that excitement started (it seemed), I suffered an early miscarriage. Right. Before. Christmas.
In my mind, I had two options: wallow in grief and be miserable during the holidays that I typically love so much, OR try my best to deal with my struggles and enjoy Christmas with my family.
I chose the second – not because I wanted to, but because I felt I had to for the sake of my daughter and husband. I knew it wouldn’t serve any of us well if I didn’t do everything in my power to stay strong.
So what did I do? I had a good week where I kept mostly to myself and my husband, and then I spent my evenings safe at home, crying.
But after that week passed, I truly got tired of being sad. I started opening up to the people closest to me – friends, co-workers, family – anyone who would listen and understand. And once I started sharing, I was surprised at how relieved I felt. It was unexpectedly therapeutic. I also couldn’t believe how many other women had been through the same experience as myself, and went on to have healthy, beautiful children.
I guess the point of my story is that as people, we aren’t made to suffer alone. And sometimes, all we need is for one person to LISTEN, and to hear our story.
I know for me, it has helped me tremendously to heal. And while I’ll never be 100 per cent “over” my loss, I know I’ll be ok.
So today, I want to let all my loved ones know that I hear you. And I’m here to listen, no matter what the topic may be, if you ever need to talk.