On the 18 of the 6th 2012, my girlfriend and I lost a sweet little boy after a miscarriage. We both took it hard and often looked for something to blame, usually we would blame ourselves or each other until we started to believe in god again. The only people we could talk about it to was each other due to the fear of judgement from our friends and resentment or being disowned by family. So we bottled it up, not venting the grief in an appropriate manor. We may be young, so people expect us to get over it. But it just isn't that easy, its been 8 months or so and I still find it hard. It just seems so unfair that Daniels little eyes couldn't meet ours...

Why does it have to happen, is there an actual reason? How do I deal with it without the help of anyone around me? It's been some time now and I still feel lost and don't know what to do.