Parents of lost babies and potential of all kinds: come here to share the technicolour, the vividness, the despair, the heart-broken-open, the compassion we learn for others, having been through this mess — and see it reflected back at you, acknowledged and understood.
Thanks to photographer Xin Li and to artist Stephanie Sicore for their respective illustrations and photos.
The craziest part of my journey is the irony. As I type this post, I realized the irony that fate has decided to place on me. On March 25, 2014, I was beyond elated to have finally passed the hardest test of my life! I commemorate the date by making it my password for almost everything.
Yesterday afternoon on March 25, 2023, at 3:00 pm my entire world and heart shattered right before my eyes as I realized the bleeding wasn’t stopping and this time I knew I had passed my 5 week old.
While I may have the support system that anyone would be fortunate to have, I still feel lost. Where do I even start from here? How do I pick up the broken pieces? How do I begin to mend? How do I become myself? Or better yet who am I?
On March 25, 2014, I was beyond elated to have finally passed the hardest test of my life! I commemorate the date by making it my password for almost everything.
Yesterday afternoon on March 25, 2023, at 3:00 pm my entire world and heart shattered right before my eyes as I realized the bleeding wasn’t stopping and this time I knew I had passed my 5 week old.
While I may have the support system that anyone would be fortunate to have, I still feel lost. Where do I even start from here? How do I pick up the broken pieces? How do I begin to mend? How do I become myself? Or better yet who am I?