Blogging is raw, personal and permanent.
So I have no idea why I’m reopening my blog (which left off with me perfectly healthy, pregnant and running a freaking MARATHON) to talk about my infertility and loss (and all the other stuff like life and adoption, but let’s start off with bang here).
I’m not blogging to be the voice of miscarriage, because the battle is so personal and complex.
I’m not blogging to be a voice of support, because I certainly haven’t figured out the upside to it.
I’m not blogging for sympathy, because there isn’t really a fix to make things okay.
I’m putting words to pages to vent, to add my voice to the few who have spoken, to work through these big, personal things out loud.
Because this process— this painful, icky time— matters.
Because I don’t want to forget about the struggle.
Because one woman might read this and know she is not alone in the sadness, anger and other glamorous feelings that come with infertility and loss.