Please be Gentle

A friend on my fb support group posted this.  It really resonated with me, so I thought I'd share.

Please Be Gentle
By Jill B. Englar

Please be gentle with me for I am grieving.
The sea I swim in is a lonely one
and the shore seems miles away.
Waves of despair numb my soul
as I struggle through each day.
My heart is heavy with sorrow.
I want to shout and scream
and repeatedly ask 'why?'
At times, my grief overwhelms me
and I weep bitterly,
so great is my loss.
Please don’t turn away
or tell me to move on with my life.
I must embrace my pain
before I can begin to heal.
Companion me through tears
and sit with me in loving silence.
Honor where I am in my journey,
not where you think I should be.
Listen patiently to my story,
I may need to tell it over and over again.
It’s how I begin to grasp the enormity of my loss.
Nurture me through the weeks and months ahead.
Forgive me when I seem distant and inconsolable.
A small flame still burns within my heart,
and shared memories may trigger
both laughter and tears.
I need your support and understanding.
There is no right or wrong way to grieve.
I must find my own path.
Please, will you walk beside me?

Update

Dealing with the aftermath of this miscarriage (on July 27) has been totally different than the one I had in October.  The last time this happened to me, I was back out in the public just 3 days later - and I was doing my regular day-to-day thing a week later.

This time, not so much.
I think it has a lot to do with how things happened - finding out that there wasn't a heartbeat, and getting on a plane the next day anyways, only to lose the baby during a layover at the Minneapolis/St. Paul airport. (Horrific!  See poem below.)

Today is one of my good days.  I've been able to have lunch out with Nick, and go to the grocery store, for the first time since being in Michigan, and I was ok!  Yesterday was probably the worst day I've had.  I spent the entire day in bed, and a lot of my waking hours in tears.  Sometimes when I'm crying, I'm thinking about our baby that didn't make it, but a lot of the time I'm just feeling sad/depressed/hopeless/out of control.  One of the hardest things that I'm experiencing is this feeling of being strapped into a hormonal roller coaster of intense emotions.  I can't seem to stop it or compartmentalize like usual.  I am being forced to confront it all, ready or not.

I made a list of my symptoms today to see them all written out in front of me.  If things don't start looking up pretty soon then, according to the research I've done online, I will be officially 'clinically depressed.'  Hopefully, today is the start of a turn-around.  I'm trying to not overdo it though, still trying to take it easy - one thing at a time.

You Came Way Too Soon

I just keep thinking of that moment in the airport (minneapolis/st. paul)
when i saw my sweet sticky bean for the 1st and last time
What was I supposed to do?

I dug you out of the toilet to say goodbye
and then I flushed you away--
washed my hands real good.

I've almost stopped bleeding, or I should say
the blood flow has almost stopped.
Bleeding is another story...

Why did this happen, again?
Is it my fault?
I guess I should've gone to the doctor -
got my bloodwork done like a good little girl.

All I wanted was a home birth;
a healthy pregnancy.

You came Way Too Soon.