Today has not been a good day. It has been filled with nasty infertility demons. And the thing that makes it worse is that I’ve been doing so well. This past week has found me happy again, and I thought that maybe that meant I was on the road to recovery as far as the miscarriage and the past almost 3 years.
And then for no apparent reason I have a day like today where I am barely holding on. To say that it has thrown me for a loop is an understatement.
So instead of having a big old post of despair I will leave you with my favourite Emily Dickinson poem. I have not been able to pinpoint why I love it so much and why it makes me so happy. But it does.
This is my letter to the World
That never wrote to Me -
The simple News that Nature told-
With tender Majesty
Her Message is committed
To Hands I cannot see,
For love of Her - Sweet - countrymen -
Judge tenderly - of Me
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
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Grief seems to come in waves - okay, treading water, feeling the sunshine, and then whoosh - hit by another big one. Just ride it and let it out. There is no other way around. Sending hugs.
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