silver
Apr 03, 2022
2 minutes
If you’d told me as a new adult that I would have to pee into a five-litre jug every month for six months to confirm the miscarriage I had wasn’t turning into cancer, I would’ve handed my adult licence in there and then. No thank you. I’ll stay in my childhood bedroom and do chores forever.
The thing about grief is that before
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