No, I’m not ok, despite the fake half smile and nod when you ask me, how are you?.
No, I’m not ok, stop asking me how I am, unless you want to see me burst into tears.
No, I’m not ok, even though I’m trying to do my job as well as I can.
No, I’m not ok, I can feel my body returning to normal, my breasts shrinking in size and reducing in tenderness, my belly deflating and my symptoms disappearing.
No, I’m not ok, I don’t want to go out or socialise, I just want to hide away.
No, I’m not ok, I don’t feel or act pregnant anymore.
No, I’m not ok, I can’t sleep much and when I do, bad dreams disturb my rest.
No, I’m not ok and I cry whenever I’m alone and think about my baby, think about the past, worry about the future.
No, I’m not ok, I’m empty. I want to be pregnant again. I want my baby back inside me, healthy and growing. I’ll not be ok without that.
Will I ever feel ok again?