I used to be the strong one who never cried and after my miscarriage I cannot stop crying and do not recognize this fragile version of myself.
More people experience this than they realize.
Grief cracks open the armor of strength you built your identity on, leaving you vulnerable in ways that feel both terrifying and strangely honest.
“Where Are You with Grief for lost identity — who you were before?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.