A friend of mine had a miscarriage. It was such a traumatic event that she ended up in the hospital two weeks later. I spent the first few days with her, just being physically near her: walking, listening, going grocery shopping, hugging, crying. But she didn't get any better. Her sister decided to call 911. After the hospital, she'll have to deal with the trauma for a long time. Right now, she's completely closed off and doesn't want anything. As a form of consolation for her and all women who have been in her shoes, I wrote a short story and recorded it on video (thanks to Grok - AI video and image generator). In a quiet forest lived a woman named Lyra, whose heart ached after a miscarriage. She blamed herself, thinking she had failed her baby. Every night, Lyra sat by the river, whispering apologies to the stars. One evening, a soft light descended from the sky, and the soul of her child appeared as a small deer with glowing eyes. "Mama, you gave me the spark of life, and I thank
Fairy tale therapy. Lyra and the Fawn. Dedicated to all women who have lost their child
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