Trusting that life is working out

Most of my adult life I felt that something was missing. I thought it was having children. I dreamt of having babies and being a mum since I was young. I just knew that having a baby would make me happy. If it would have, I’ll never know. What I do know, is trying to conceive made me miserable. It was the hardest, most isolating time of my life. Funny thing was, I didn’t even appreciate just how miserable I was. I was too busy focusing on achieving the goal, being ‘positive’ at all costs and never giving up hope. Before I knew it, eight years of my life went past. Not only did I not have a baby, I’d given everything to have one. After a miscarriage, I perhaps hit my bottom. I was exhausted.

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