Pregnancy Loss, and the Power of Sharing Our Story

Have you ever noticed how certain people seem to show up in your life at exactly the right time?

I believe that’s Divine synchronicity. My belief is that there’s a plan already in place for our lives, even before we see it. Sometimes we meet people who seem like just a small part of our journey but later, we realize they were meant to be there for something much bigger.

Lately, I’ve been thinking about how the people we meet during hard times often help us in ways we don’t expect. I’ve made friends who were going through something difficult, and later, I went through the same thing. When that happened, their stories and strength helped me more than I could have imagined. That’s the healing power of connection. Of community. And I believe that’s part of a Divine plan too.

Some stories stay with you forever, even if you don’t know why at the time.

When I was a kid in the 90s, I remember my mum’s friend and her husband trying to have a baby. She would fall pregnant, but then go into early labour around 20 weeks and lose the baby. It happened quite a few times. After that, they stopped trying.

That memory stayed with me. I didn’t really understand it as a child, but I never forgot it. Now I know why.

Years later, I went through pregnancy loss myself. I lost my first pregnancy at 20 weeks, and then again years later at 27 weeks. I was changed forever. And before these losses, I had already experienced many miscarriages. But suddenly, I remembered my mum’s friend. Her story came back to me. And I realized that maybe I remembered it because the universe was gently preparing me decades before I went through it. Maybe I was meant to be exposed to that kind of pain early on, so that when I went through it myself, I didn’t feel so alone.

I really believe that nothing in life is random. The people we meet, the stories we hear, the timing of it all… it’s not by accident. The universe has a way of putting the right people in our lives, sometimes years before we know why.

You Never Know Who Needs to Hear Your Story

And then, years later, I experienced a devine union again in a completely unexpected way. When I had my second loss, 10 years ago, I was working in an office where we all knew each other well. We spent every day together. I sat next to this girl who was one of the funnest people I knew. We laughed constantly, joked every day, and even spent time together outside of work. She was someone who brought so much light into my days.

But what I didn’t know was that she was carrying her own heartbreak.

After I lost my baby at 27 weeks, I took some time away from work. When I eventually returned, I asked my boss to let everyone know that I didn’t really want to talk about what had happened. I didn’t know how to explain my pain, and I didn’t know how to let people in.

But the girl who sat beside me… the person I thought I knew so well, looked at me and said something I will never forget.

“I know exactly how you feel. I’ve been through this too. I’ve lost a baby late in pregnancy.”

And in that moment, something shifted.

Those were the words I needed to hear. Not because they took away the pain, but because suddenly I knew I wasn’t the only one. Someone else understood. Someone else knew this kind of loss, the kind of grief that is so hard to explain unless you have lived it.

And the beautiful thing was, she felt the same. She had carried her own experience feeling like she was the only one too.

Neither of us knew what the other had been through. We worked beside each other, laughed together, and shared parts of our lives, yet we had no idea we were both carrying a similar heartbreak.

After that moment, our connection changed. There was this unspoken understanding between us, an invisible bond that came from knowing we had both walked a path that very few people truly understand.

It reminded me that we never know who needs to hear our story. Sometimes sharing what we have been through becomes the exact reminder someone else needs. That they are not alone.

This is why I share my journey and my experience. Because I remember how much comfort it gave me to know someone out there understood my pain.

The Support I Once Needed Became the Support I Now Give

Looking back, I can see how every part of my journey shaped the work I do today.

My experiences with pregnancy loss didn’t just change me, they gave me a deeper understanding of how important support is during some of the hardest moments of life.

When I was grieving my first loss back in 2011, I remember the impact my hospital social worker had on me. She was one of the first people who showed me that there was a different kind of support available. Someone who could sit with me in my grief and truly understand the importance of being supported through this experience.

At that time, things looked very different. Social media wasn’t what it is today. There weren’t the same online communities, free support groups, or accessible resources that many families have now. The options felt limited.

But something stayed with me.

I knew I wanted to help people who were walking this path. I knew I wanted to be someone who could offer the support, understanding, and compassion that so many families need after experiencing miscarriage, pregnancy loss, stillbirth, or the loss of a baby.

Over the years, that calling has continued to guide me. It has taken years of learning, study and training, dedication, and personal growth to get here.

Today, alongside the spiritual work I offer, I also support families through my work with a charity that supports those families affected by pregnancy loss, stillbirth, newborn death and sudden death of young children.

And the reason I do this work is simple:

I know what it feels like.

I know the loneliness. I know the questions. I know the feeling of searching for someone who understands.

I know the 2am Google searches, looking for answers, trying to understand what happened, trying to find someone else who has felt what you’re feeling.

I know how life changes after loss.

Because it’s not just the moment it happens. It changes everything that comes after.

Your perspective shifts. The things you once tolerated may no longer feel important. Your priorities change. The way you see relationships changes. The way you look at your future, your dreams, and what truly matters in life can completely transform.

You see the world differently.

A part of you changes, because you have experienced something that changes the way you move through life. You understand things you never thought you would have to understand. You notice things you may never have noticed before.

Your whole world shifts.

And while that journey can feel incredibly lonely at times, it can also create a deeper compassion, a deeper understanding, and a desire to support others who are walking a similar path.

Maybe that’s why we sometimes go through the things we do… because one day, our own experiences become the very thing that allows us to hold space for someone else.

The support I once needed became the support I now give.

We cross paths with people for a reason

So if someone new comes into your life, and their story touches your heart, don’t ignore that feeling. That connection might be more meaningful than you realize. Sometimes people enter our lives for a moment, a season, or simply to remind us that we are not walking alone.

And maybe one day, you’ll be that person for someone else too.

If you’re in a hard season right now, or you don’t understand why something is happening, remember this:

You are not alone.

Sometimes the people closest to us love us deeply, but they don’t always know how to support us through certain experiences because they haven’t lived them themselves. They may say the wrong thing, offer advice, or try to make the pain feel lighter because they don’t truly understand the depth of what you’re carrying.

And sometimes, unexpectedly, it’s a stranger’s story, a conversation with someone new, or meeting someone who has walked a similar path that brings the comfort we’ve been searching for.

Sometimes the person who understands you most is someone you never expected to meet.

Because there is a different kind of comfort in hearing, “I’ve been there too.”

For a moment, you don’t have to explain. You don’t have to find the words. Someone simply understands.

And sometimes that is exactly what we need.