Racing towards what scares me

I got pregnant when I was 13. I lost the baby a month later. The whole process was traumatic, and it's one of the traumas I'm finally working on processing. It's a loss I've never really allowed myself to grieve. But, here I sit, writing this. And I'm feeling the pain 13-year-old me carried quietly and silently for years, too ashamed to speak into existence. I haven't written a word in two...