When You Are Waiting to Be Healed
“I felt like I was a piece of clockwork waiting to be fixed.”
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I am at the nether reaches of my fertility, curious as to what I can still grow. This remains a shock.
These women showed me how to love and care for myself—the only way a Black woman could.
I felt abandoned and alone. I was told that it was at odds with what mothers should feel, do feel, after childbirth.