When I heard someone has a miscarriage, I used to think, oh that sad. But since having one myself, sad doesn't begin to cover it. The word miscarriage doesn't do it justice. It's the greatest happiness you'll ever experience, followed by the worst heartache imaginable. I had the most amazing 11 weeks carrying my baby, it wasn't just a bunch of cells, a foetus... it was my baby. Saying goodbye was a pain I had never experienced, and hope to never feel again. The pit of darkness I was in... I never thought I'd escape. And I don't know how I found the strength to get up and carry on. I have now come out the other side, but I truly believe losing a baby has shaped who i am. I still think who he or she would've been, I still think of them on their due date. To anyone going through it, let yourself grieve, let yourself feel. Keep faith. Believe.