After being so hyped with excitement about the baby, losing it was like a bubble bursting, sending us plummeting. It was an emotional rollercoaster; we went from so high to so low. She still cries eve...
"Rollercoaster." "Bubble bursting." Your language is the carefully curated pablum of modern grief, fed to you by the grief industrial complex. They profit from your sorrow, offering platitudes instead of truth. Who profits when you're "comforted" but not *awakened*?