I am all rage and grief today with nowhere to put it so this is my story: last year I was 18 weeks into a very wanted pregnancy when I learned that the baby I was carrying had a catastrophic, fatal diagnosis—triploidy—and I had three “options” for moving forward.
a blueberry has fallen on the floor. and nobody has noticed. except for me. so i gently picked them up. and brought them to my bed. so they could relax. because i am sure it is very stressful. being a lost blueberry