Tomorrow marks one month since I miscarried at 6 weeks what would have been my first child. I wish I could just get away for a bit.  I still feel empty and misunderstood. The medical bills from the first initial doctor visit where I found out I was pregnant, followed by the ER charges and multiple blood work to confirm my loss scattered on counter top. A sad paper trail of my broken heart.  I'm fine most days and then my temper flares with tears not too far behind. I try to see the positive in life but I'm not always that strong. I would have been 10wks. It's hard to find the happiness in life these days 😔