Maya, your message
words cannot explain what reading your message meant to me. I have been looking for a long long while for a place where I can explain my pain. I am looking at the screen, trying to think how can I explain. But you would understand, right, maybe with out many worlds. People look at me and wonder how can I mourn for such a long time a baby, an unborn baby. A baby who didn´t have a name, and doesn’t have a grave, and I don´t even know what his gender would have been. a boy? a girl? Yesterday I cried again, trying to explain to my husband that I am still there, with my legs wide open while some doctor suck the baby out of me. The baby we both wanted so, the baby that made me throw up every day, every morning. the baby who changed my figure, the baby who disfigured my soul. My husband is looking ahead, to the future. And I feel so old and so a apart, I don´t see the future. Thank you. Thank you for expressing you feelings so well. I don’t feel so alone now.
words cannot explain what reading your message meant to me. I have been looking for a long long while for a place where I can explain my pain. I am looking at the screen, trying to think how can I explain. But you would understand, right, maybe with out many worlds. People look at me and wonder how can I mourn for such a long time a baby, an unborn baby. A baby who didn´t have a name, and doesn’t have a grave, and I don´t even know what his gender would have been. a boy? a girl? Yesterday I cried again, trying to explain to my husband that I am still there, with my legs wide open while some doctor suck the baby out of me. The baby we both wanted so, the baby that made me throw up every day, every morning. the baby who changed my figure, the baby who disfigured my soul. My husband is looking ahead, to the future. And I feel so old and so a apart, I don´t see the future. Thank you. Thank you for expressing you feelings so well. I don’t feel so alone now.