Exactly one year ago today, I was on honeymoon in Cuba lying in a strange medical centre having a miscarriage.
Today, I’m in work – not with a child – but with yet another miscarriage behind me.
I still sometimes can’t believe it’s been a whole year. A year and not a single day has passed where I haven’t thought about it, if even briefly.
They say time’s a healer right? Well I say that’s bullshit. 365 days later and I still hurt.