I Try To Be Grateful
*I wrote what I felt, as the words were coming. I will not edit or polish this blog at all. Excuse any grammatical errors. Thank you for taking this journey with me* **TRIGGER WARNING: This blog is about miscarriage and contains vivid imagery** As a life coach, especially being one who specializes in organization, I think it’s safe to say I have a handle on putting things in their rightful places. However, that’s part of the problem, unlike things, emotions have to be dealt with and should not be placed on a shelf, left to collect dust. I have tried my hardest not to deal with my miscarriage, oftentimes giving myself the “it’s so many other things going on” speech, but the truth is, my slip is showing and the thing that I’m trying to push to the back of my mind keeps showing up, uninvited. The Reveal I had no idea I was pregnant. It’s almost scary how identical Alisa and Baby B’s stories are. With Alisa, “something” told me to take a test, I had no symptoms whatsoever...and the same