Hurt.

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 Oh, how today hurts. I need you.

The message in church a few weeks ago was about Community and coming alongside one another. Sharing moments with others.
Things are more meaningful and powerful and significant when sharing them with others.
Good and bad, the most tragic moments of our lives carry a more profound depth when others come and sit with us in the darkness.
We are drawn to others; science proves that without social interactions, we sub-come to disease, both physically and mentally. It’s Even life-threatening at times.
My Miscarriage has been one of the most isolating things I’ve ever experienced; it has caused me to withdraw, and it has driven others away. I have been fighting the most unfair battle completely alone. Falling apart behind closed doors, crying myself to sleep, unable to process the pain in therapy, walking around completely numb, because this hurts.
Please come sit with me, because it’s been 94 extremely loud, deafening days inside my head, and very silent from the Community around me.
If you’ve read this far please don’t keep scrolling I need to know you see me.


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