On the anniversary of the death of the spouse, parent, or earthside child, we talk about it. We visit a gravesite. We receive renewed condolences.
But with miscarriage, there is usually no grave to visit. No one remembers the day of loss or the estimated due date of birth. We’re left to ourselves to grieve in silence. No one wants a mopey woman on their newsfeed.
I don’t think any woman owes anyone else her story. But we HAVE to find a way to talk about it.