I’ve been wanting to share this with you for a while. And in sharing this, I hope it will help someone else.
Back in April, my husband and I found out we were expecting our third baby! Yes, I still consider my teenager and pre-teen my babies.
We were shocked yet thrilled to be adding another little one to our family. As soon as the shock turned into excitement and worry turned into happiness, we learned that I had miscarried.
We were completely heartbroken. I instantly began blaming myself. I spent all day and night searching for answers, wondering if there was anything I could’ve done to prevent this. In the midst of that, I completely lost myself. I was consumed by guilt and blame to the point of emptiness.
Fighting back the tears to put on a happy face for my kiddos was a daily struggle. I stayed away from working out because I just couldn’t bring myself to do something I enjoyed. I just wasn’t ready. And because I wasn’t doing what I enjoyed, I felt even guiltier for being sad.
Why?
Why?!
Instead of trying to answer that, I told myself: It’s okay. You’ll know when you’re ready.
And here I am: Week 2 on the road to finding myself again. Small steps are my focus these days. It’s not about how fast you go; it’s about seeing the light and learning, being brave enough to pick up the pieces, and putting one foot in front of the other.
Life is going to be full of peaks and valleys, even when you least expect it. Keeping your focus on the light ahead is key. Taking care of yourself and your mental health is important. But taking the time to navigate your way to that place is even more important.
Whatever you’re going through, you’re not alone. Keep moving forward, one step at a time.
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