Living in constant pain sucks.
So. I made a choice. When we had a miscarriage, I knew I had to fight through the heartbreak and not lose myself. I cried. I cried every single day. I didn’t think the tears would stop. I was confused. I was broken. I didn’t know how to process. Day.by.Day I called on Jesus. Day.by.Day. I allowed myself to feel and mourn. Day.by.Day. I used this trial to get stronger. It’s been a journey of healing and growth. I don’t think about it every day like I used to. But, lately, I have. I think it’s because my precious baby would be almost one by now. Also, it hits close to home when you hear of someone else who is experiencing the stings and pain of this confusing grief.
It honestly takes your breath away. It brings you back to the moment. It brings you back to the agony. It brings you back to how it feels.
Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually. My heart goes out to you.
Ladies. If you are struggling, I’m here for you.
You matter. Your baby matters. This is so significant. You are such a warrior. God DOES give you more than you can handle so you lean on him. You can fight through this. Allow yourself to feel. Allow yourself to mourn. Allow yourself to love.