I got heartbreaking news recently. I’d seen it coming for weeks, but the audible words still knocked the wind out of me.
Disappointment came first, the sensation of stillbirth. My dream that I labored on for well over nine months was a casualty. I carried an almost immediate emptiness due to this incomplete creation, this conversation I’d not contribute to anytime soon. It’s sad to hold a dead dream in your hands.
But I was unprepared for what came next – stinging embarrassment.
I needed to report my loss, but when I went to make the call to my friends, my co-laborers, I stumbled over the searing embarrassment. I couldn’t get the words out. The weighty shame kept me silent; rendered me utterly speechless in the face of…friends.