grief, secret
i’ve observed my beloved and i get hit at different times by waves of grieving the abortion. in particular, the point where we found ourselves in a place too sensitive to share any of it with anyone. it’s a really bleak, muffled, heavy place to be.
he’s been in one of those recently. i was deep in it from conception to abortion, and with every day after that i feel myself opening back a little more to the outside world.
abortion pill
last full moon, i took an abortion pill.
it’s been a deeply humbling and magical journey. I followed in the footsteps of neil gaiman, who had something to say to his wife - and in the process, accidentally wrote a whole book instead.
i am reaching the end of the first draft of what i’ve been simply calling “pregnancy notes”. It documents the mystical openings of an abortion journey, and the unfolding of our decision through ritual, travel, grief and celebration. it’s tender and raw and intimate.