At the end of April last year, at 4.5 months of pregnancy, I lost a child. There was a miscarriage. I think it's my fault. It was necessary at the time to go to the hospital, lie on the preservation and now I would have a baby. It was a boy, a son. The operation was difficult, the placenta grew into the uterus, it was difficult to separate it. After the first curettage, I had to do it again, since there was something left in the uterus. The narcosis was terrible, I flew through the pipes and thought I would never come back! . However, I managed somehow to cope with what had happened. A year later I became pregnant again and at the end of May I was scraped because of a frozen pregnancy. After discharge from the hospital, I returned home in a terrible psychological state. I do not work, I do not have the strength to do anything. Even the simplest work around the house. I do not want. I hardly force myself to wash myself. I almost do not go out into the street. Often I feel like crying. Maybe if I cried it would be easier, but! No tears. I just exist, but I want to live ... I do not know how to live. I do not know how to cope with this problem. I constantly think about what happened, especially about the first baby. I feel bad. I have a good husband. My parents support me. But I'm confused, I already do not know anything.