Lisa Ling Launches Anonymous Women's Confession Site Because of a Painful Miscarriage

The NY Daily News reports that Lisa Ling, journalist and former co-host of "The View," is launching an anonymous women's confession site after experiencing a painful miscarriage. Ling and her friend Sophia Kim "decided there needed to be a forum where women could anonymously share their most private pain, their darkest fantasies, and most personal longings."

This can be done without names ever having to be shared. Here you are going to find everything from the sad and heartbreaking to the humerous and sidesplitting, memories and thoughts of women across the nation. The reason Ling started it, though, is what appeals to my heart the most.

My son, Micah Allan Epps, was born still on Dec. 17, 2005, when I was eight and half months pregnant. Every year the anniversary of his death comes around, the pain of the one who is missing is indescribable. Though he is in my thoughts year-round, the memories of that time come flooding back worse around this time.

I have found solace and strength in a support group called "Whisperers," which has a page on Facebook for women who have lost a child through miscarriage, stillbirth or after birth. The founder of the group includes this in the info for the page:

"When An Expectant Mother Learns The Heartbreaking News That Her Unborn Baby Has No Heart Beat And Has Passed On It Is The Most Terrifying And Gut Wrenching Time Ever, As This Is The Unexpected And The Most Unnatural Thing For A Family To Go Through, No Family Ever Expects Their Child To Be Leaving This Earth Before Them."

I do understand Lisa Ling's drive to launch an anonymous women's confession site because of her painful miscarriage. The "Whisperers" group gives me the chance to share with others what I cannot share with anyone else, even my husband.

You see, to him and the rest of the family, they are grieving what could have been; the baby they would have known. I am grieving for the baby I did know. The little one who would not wake up before 10 in the morning so my ultra sounds had to be scheduled after that time in order to get him to move around at all, and the baby who seemed to know that I was watching him and I swear would look right at me through the screen.

Those are the only memories I have of seeing him alive, but I felt him every day that he was in my stomach. Last year I wrote my first piece on him, "Celebrating Christmas After a Stillbirth," in the hope that others would find some peace during this season. Whisperers does that everyday, and Lisa Ling's new women's confession site may be able to do the same.