Let’s talk about miscarriage I asked myself multiple times, if I really did have to write about this? Writing here would mean letting out the most vulnerable part of me outside for the world to judge, sympathize, agree, or chastise me. Then again, we are so used showing the best of ourselves on social media that the truest part of us remains unseen and unheard. So, I am not writing here to get attention or sympathies but the reason why I am sharing my story is because it’s not just my story. It’s not the most unique or exclusive story but it’s a common story we don’t talk about that often. The story: Four years ago, I discovered that I was pregnant with my first child. I was happy just like any other woman who is excited to be welcoming a new baby into her life. The happiness of seeing two pink lines is wonderful and joyous, especially when that is what you want it to be. Well, as it happened, the happiness didn’t last long. I was at work when I noticed some spotti