The purpose of Why Didn’t Anyone Tell Me This? is twofold. First, I want to build a community amongst people who have shared a similar experience and to begin to bridge the communication gap that leads to loneliness. Second, I want to incorporate stories from people with different backgrounds than mine, different genders + generations, different races + religions, and different sexual orientations + experiences. There is so much to be gained when we stop to listen to the stories of the humans who surround us.

So, even if you haven't experienced anything similar to what I, or my guest bloggers have, I encourage you to join me on this journey toward growth and understanding.

After experiencing a series of miscarriages in 2017, I decided that I would share my story on my social media platforms in the hope that anyone else who walked a similar path wouldn't feel alone in the inevitable sadness and grief that I had felt. I was floored by the many, many stories of infertility, miscarriage, infant + child loss, grief and sadness that so many around me felt lead to share with me.

Many shared how alone they felt because no one had shared their stories with them, and I knew I needed to create a space for everyone to share the story.

Have you ever experienced a life transition, something unexpected, or something difficult + painful, and come through it only to ask yourself, “Why didn’t anyone tell me this?!” 

you are not alone on your journey, friend.

In 2017, I had my second of three miscarriages at 10 weeks. One of my first thoughts was “Why didn’t anyone tell me this could hurt this bad?” Losing a pregnancy that I had hoped, prayed, and wished for for years and years is by far the hardest thing that has ever happened to me. It changed every part of me, and I will never be the same. In so many ways, I experienced grief, pain, sadness, despair, frustration and a myriad of other emotions alone—or so I thought. It wasn’t until I used the small platform that I had to talk about my experience that I learned how not-alone I actually was. As I began the healing process, I vowed that I wouldn’t ‘waste the experience.’ I wasn’t sure what that looked like, but I just knew that one day it’d be clear.


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