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We Weren’t Meant To Do This Life Alone
Open up and be comforted.
As I talk about my mental health, specifically healing after my miscarriage, I have learned more and more that human connection can be the best medicine.
Before I got pregnant, it was recommended to me by a friend to not tell anyone until I made it to at least eight weeks. Trust me, I get that reasoning.
However, I want to share the other side, because I did tell people. Some of the people I wasn’t even close with at the time. I was just so excited. I couldn’t keep it to myself. My silly “slip-ups” ended up saving me when I went through the pain of losing my baby at eight weeks.
I was on cloud-9 when I found out that I was pregnant.
I quickly started calling up friends to go out with and tell them. My husband and I quickly planned a trip home to tell family. People’s eyes would fill with tears at the news. There were so many hugs of congratulations. My baby was loved by more people than just me and my husband.
During the two weeks of excitement, I had a coffee group to attend. It was through my church. All…
