I suffered miscarriage after miscarriage. Each loss left me feeling emptier than the last, haunted by guilt and sadness. Friends tried to comfort me, but their words couldn’t fill the void or answer my desperate questions: Why me? What am I doing wrong?
The doctors ran tests, but every explanation seemed incomplete. Nothing seemed to give me hope. Nights were the hardest. I would lie awake, imagining a future that always ended in loss. I felt like my body had betrayed me, and I began to wonder if I would ever experience the joy of motherhood.…CONTINUE READING
