"Through our strength, we compete, but through our weaknesses, we connect." I saw this quote over at @persnicketyprints recently and loved it immediately. .
Just over a year ago I had a miscarriage. In January of this year, we found out that after a year of trying, we were expecting again - then, last month, I miscarried a second time. It was devastating and painful (physically and emotionally). At first, I planned on not telling anyone, even family (other than my husband, mom and a couple of close friends who knew I was expecting). I hadn't announced the pregnancy and not only did it feel hard to talk about, it just felt too depressing and like too much to put on others. But, through the process, I slowly told more and more people and really opened up about my pain, something incredible happened - I started connecting. .
I connected with my sisters who brought me dinner and cried with me and watched my babies so I could rest. With the friends who shared their love and empathized and related through their own experiences with loss. With my husband who held me up (physically and emotionally) and shared the grief with me. With ancestors who have suffered similar losses. As I connected, my healing started. .
No one's story is perfect. Most are messy and full of heartache, mistakes, trials, pain, and loss. But the beauty in that hardship is that we have each other. We need each other and each other's stories. Good stories are always wonderful to hear, but the hard stories, the ones that are hard to hear and even harder to share - that's where we build connection, support, and love.