I came up with the idea to blog about my miscarriage journey weeks ago. But then I ran from it, making up every excuse why I shouldn’t do it – no one will read it, do people really care about someone else’s life? Everyone has their own problems, why make a song and dance about mine? Do I really want my private life out in the open for everyone to see and form an opinion on? And if I did do it, where on earth do I start?!
But last week, with my due date approaching, I bit the bullet. I found a free blogging tool, I created my blog name and I started writing. With some help and encouragement from Kim Bansi (of kimdeepandmeaningful), I did it. It’s out there. My blog. My life. Its out there. Launched from my local café Lounge Fifteen, ironically surrounded by an NCT reunion (mother and baby group for those without kids)!
As I tucked into my chicken, pesto and mozzarella panini (delicious I must say) the notifications began to ping. People are looking at my page, people are reading my story, people are interested. I felt overcome and shed a solitary tear.
And it hasn’t stopped, over 4,000 views in one day! And I’ve actually lost track of the comments. I don’t quite know what I’ve started, but I’m just gonna roll with it. God knows what he’s doing, even if I don’t!
Thank you so much for taking the time to like, comment, send a private message and share my blog. I am relieved. I am overwhelmed. But most of all I feel like I have been given approval to continue talking, talking about something so taboo yet so real and profound.
This is a moment that will stay with me for some time and gives me the motivation to continue writing for as long as you keep reading. Thank you.