Life and Everything In Between

I have never envied anyone for anything. Yet, I will testify to this truth: as a woman who has had two miscarriages, I envy the wombs of women who carried theirs.

This is my truth, and this is my vulnerability.

A Mother’s Love for the Unseen

To my unborn babies — I wish I got to kiss you. To hold you. To see you grow into great little humans. I would have fought for you with everything in me. When you came into my life, I was excited beyond words, and when you left, I was devastated beyond measure.

To the Mothers Who Carry On

To the women who fight every day to be great mothers, I see you. I know it is not easy. I’ve witnessed what it takes, and I know how powerful you have to be.

To every woman who has lost a child, who clung to possibilities that never came to life — you are not alone. That void you feel inside, the one people try to comfort but never truly fill… it’s okay. It’s okay to feel it, to carry it, to allow it to exist. Nothing will ever completely close that gap. And yet — life goes on.

A Wish for the Children Without Parents

To the babies who don’t have parents, I wish society and government didn’t make it so hard to adopt you. I pray one day you all have homes, because this world is already so full of sorrow. Still — life goes on.

What Loss Taught Me About Life

Through the loss of my children, I have learned this: once you have life, anything is possible. And since not every child is given the same chance, I will live — and make my gift of life count.

To every woman carrying the silent weight of miscarriage, know this: your story matters. Your grief matters. Your love matters. And even in the emptiness, there is still hope, still purpose, still life to be lived.