“If it wasn’t for my mental illness, I might still be in a loveless marriage, stuck working on the same old nursing unit, without any aspirations of becoming a best-selling author one day.”
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“If it wasn’t for my mental illness, I might still be in a loveless marriage, stuck working on the same old nursing unit, without any aspirations of becoming a best-selling author one day.”
“I could have fallen into a puddle on the floor, but that’s not what happened. In the midst of tragedy, these words kept pressing on my heart: ‘GOD ISN’T FINISHED.’”
“All my friends getting pregnant, I started to feel the weight of bitterness set in. It was then I reached out to a support group. This is not a community women want to be a part of, but it is one that has each other’s back. It’s a sisterhood.”
“I know you never pictured starting your family this way. You figured you’d have the surprise of those 2 pink lines and not the possibility of enduring so much for them.”
“I was embarrassed to go out in public. I felt like I was suffering in silence—were there other women going through this? Would I ever find relief? Would I ever feel like myself again? I could have just accepted my new normal. I could have stopped advocating for myself, especially as my parents’ health declined and my marriage ended. But I didn’t give up.”
“Unless it happens to you or someone you know, you never notice. She inspired me to show gratitude for where I am now.”
“I started wearing sunglasses indoors. My hair was falling out in chunks, my gums bleeding. Sounds hurt. The very smell of air made me sick. I was a shell of myself, withering away, barely hanging on. But then I thought of my little girl. She was so small, not even talking yet. How would she remember me? Who would teach her to do her hair? I had to stop planning my goodbyes, and start fighting.”
“True healing doesn’t come easy.”
“I didn’t buy any bottles or read how to use my pump. I cried in agony and shame. I sacrificed my freedom, time, energy, sleep, and breasts for only a few ounces.”
“We stood in a circle, praying for more time. ‘This is just a practice run for the real wedding,’ I said, but we both knew it wasn’t true. As we danced, I thanked God for the gray-headed, goofy, kindhearted father I got to love for 23 years. I wanted to stay in that moment forever. No sadness or fear in the way of how much we loved each other.”