My first baby, Jasper, was born stillborn in 2015. I was only 19, and at the time the world felt a very scary place. Unsure of what was wrong with me, why this had happened or if I’d ever have children, I spent evenings down rabbit holes on Google looking for stories like mine. I found support in multiple places but it was never quite what I needed. A lot of support groups, talking and at the time women a lot older than me. Though I appreciated they cared, I felt different to them, so much younger. Very confused. When looking now, 11 years later, in my early 30s I envision a space for women, young an old. Where they can grieve in a way that feels more natural to them, more rooted within. Talking in groups can help, but sometimes it can feel all quite dark. I want to create a community that can talk about the loss and the deep ache that causes, but make one another laugh and see the other side too. Share story’s of experiences we’ve had since. The good days. Supporting eachother and reminding one another to not feel guilt for smiling again and having fun. Aisha x