MY HUSBAND SAID HE WAS TIRED OF “SUPPORTING” ME… SO I LABELED EVERYTHING I PAID FOR

I was fine.

Strong.

Resilient.

Busy.

Successful.

But grief doesn’t care how organized your calendar is.

It waits.

Patiently.

Until you’re ready.

Or until it decides you’re ready.

I sat on the floor for almost two hours.

Crying.

Remembering.

Breathing.

Healing.

For the first time, I wasn’t mourning only the children I lost.

I was mourning the version of myself that continue reading …