I saw two posts the other day.
One remembering a stillborn.
One remembering a lost friend.
And somehow… without even realizing it at first…
they led me back to my own miscarriage.
I realized it was also my anniversary for my miscarriage, which was about a week away.
I didn’t fall apart.
I didn’t cry the way I thought I was “supposed” to.
I felt… peace.
And for a split second, I questioned myself.
Am I grieving enough?
Am I doing this right?
This week on Cat Unmuted, I talk about something we don’t say out loud enough:
Grief doesn’t have a script.
You don’t have to perform pain to prove something mattered.
You don’t have to stay broken to show love existed.
Peace and grief can live in the same space.
If you’ve ever questioned the way you process loss…
And if it resonates, share it with someone who might need permission to grieve in their own way.
