Miscarriage Support

It’s All Love

“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”

―  Jamie Anderson

There’s so much swelling in my heart. I know because I cry about practically everything and maybe not the one thing I should expend on. Not too sure why because I’m okay and also not okay. I’m walled up but also a little open. I don’t understand it. But I know I’m hurting somewhere down deep. And I don’t want to.

It’s a lot on my heart but this quote has put a lot of my emotions into perspective. Grief is unexpended love fighting for a way out that’s no longer there. And it hurts. But knowing this helps. It helps a lot.

xo,

 

  • Reply
    Jackie
    May 22, 2019 at 12:46 pm

    I couldn’t agree more with that quote.

    • Reply
      Koki
      June 11, 2019 at 11:35 am

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