When I went through my own experience of navigating pregnancy termination and the overwhelming grief that followed… my grief fell silently stagnant. I longed to connect with others who understood, not to justify my decision, but to honor the grief and emotional complexity that came with it. However, the world around me did not reflect that kind of permission. Society’s views on abortion, and the stigma around it, influenced my own internalized messaging: I didn’t get to grieve. 

That silence shaped me. My longing for community and connection did not go away, but deepened my understanding of disenfranchised grief (the grief that goes unspoken, unvalidated, and unseen.) It called me to create what I didn’t have: a space for those walking through abortion grief to be gently held, witnessed, and honored in their full humanity. 

We are all uniquely human, and there are infinite ways one may feel after going through an abortion. Sometimes, there isn’t grief, but relief. Sometimes there is both. I want to hold space for those who want to grieve, who want to be witnessed, because you deserve both. We all deserve to be met in our complexity — not explained, not fixed, but held.