I don't feel strong. I don't feel brave.
I feel sad, weak, confused, bitter, angry.
I struggle getting out of bed, I struggle leaving the house, I struggle being around people
It's not a matter of being strong or looking strong- it's a matter of survival.
You don't move on, you don't let go, you don't recover from this. You survive it, or maybe you learn to cope. I am no expert, but it seems you learn to survive this life in your own way because everything has changed.
I've lost 3 times over. 3 babies at once.
Each of them would have had their
own accomplishment and goals,
I've lost all of it. 3 of everything.
You want so badly to live life the same day by day because you can't imagine moving on- you can imagine life not working out the way you thought it was...
You feel stuck in this rhythm of what you think is still going to happen, eventually you realize that has all changed and you now how to figure out where to go from there.
So when you tell me I am brave or strong- you are so kind. And it does give me the nudge I might have needed in that moment, and the thought that I maybe I'm doing this right... That maybe I am strong and brave!
Truth is...
I DONT HAVE A CHOICE.
Truth is...
I DONT HAVE A CHOICE.
-Samone-
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