There was no way after making it this long that I was going to have my story end as a single mother I never thought as I was working on my vision board at 36 that it was possible for it all to change.
When your soul stirs you know it you can’t build up to it it is just there. In the absence of our true love we can still find comfort in each other. It is ok to let your guard down so you can learn to embrace each minute.
Loyalty sees through all these indiscretions and shelters us away from rainy days. True friends will sing your praises in a room of full of people who hate you. They can’t be swayed by others opinions for they know the truth.
Make your own heart beat loud with excited anticipation like you could never fail. Take control of your destiny and have faith in the fall because if you believe in yourself there is no matter to how high you can fly.
Thinking in my head where the thoughts are moving a mile a minute I can’t help but thinking that maybe it is me. See if my husband hates me and my dad hates me than common sense it is definitely me. Maybe it is my love for “airing out dirty laundry”.
My body was guiding me very carefully of what I needed to do and I am sharing that story for the one and a millionth who experienced what I did. This story isn’t meant for everybody. Only the ones that need to hear this experience. I hope it helps for them to to move past whatever they are stuck on.
Whatever it is that we believe it is up to us to own it and we shouldn’t feel fear just because it may be different than every one else. There is a reason why we are feeling what it is we are feeling even if it is just to protect our own mind. What would happen if we listened to our own authentic hearts and be damned of other people’s poisons.
We are all on an interesting journey filled with so many incredible ups and even more painful downs. There is nothing that we are experiencing that another hasn’t already faced. I know that seems impossible but there are others living similar lives to yours. No matter the pain, no matter the sorrow what heals them both is the promise of tomorrow.
My favourite advice is just get over it, but how do you just get over something that hasn’t occurred. A week and a half ago I was told there was no heartbeat but I prolonged the inevitable asking for bloodwork. I needed to know from all corners of my heart that my baby was gone and couldn’t be saved.
I never imagined I would be blessed with a rainbow baby and now I have to pray to the heaven’s for two? I know I am not worthy of that kind of salvation. My life was saved when my Schmoo was given to me. I try not to focus on the pain but it is all that I have. Right now I am relying on my three year old to save me and it is such a terrible place to be.