No need for drama, it happens often. It's not even a human yet, just tissue.
Get outside, breath, look at some trees.
You'll feel better.
I don’t remember much from that day, but I won’t forget the whiteness of the doctor’s office — or how much dismissal and patronising can be crammed into just a few words.
As it happens, I work in the woods; I know their steady presence and quiet healing. I remember the rage — at how easily we were both made small. Just a patch of green. Just a tissue. Not even worth mourning.
This series is for the one I lost—and for everyone whose pain was met with silence instead of support.
You are not alone.
