From the time I was little, I have loved to write. I used to envision a story and then use my words to share what was in my head with others. I would constantly write and read–as a way to escape, as a way to process, and as a way to celebrate.
In college, I took a writing course and my love of writing deepened. Last year, I began sharing my journey of pregnancy loss and life after loss on my blog. When I first started sharing my story, I was writing for me. For my healing and for my personal growth. As my readership has grown, I realized my writing, though written for me, had begun to depict every woman who has lost, who has doubted, who has feared, and who has loved.
Yesterday, a friend of mine gifted this poetry book with this message:
“I hope you enjoy this book of poetry (“Bone” by Ysra Daley-Ward). Words are powerful. You have such strength and inspire me so much. You have experienced profound loss, and yet you use your experience to give strength and bring healing to other women”
I cannot explain the way my friends message has impacted me. I am humbled and in deep gratitude for her, and for every person who takes the time to read my words. Never in my wildest dreams did I think anyone would be “inspired” by my words or my story. I so appreciate that I have been given this space to speak my truth. A space to build community, a tribe, of other women who understand the complexity of emotions that surround baby loss.
There is no doubt that my journey has been difficult, but it has also been filled with profound and deep joy. “Writing is a Soft and a Hard Place, All at Once”, just as life is, and I could not be more grateful for it all.