(TRIGGER WARNING- this is a very short chapter that may contain some disturbing content. Viewer discretion is advised. Thank you for reading this far. <3)
Wow.
This is weird.
I haven't actually written anything in so long I don't even know where to begin. We still talk. Not often, of course, but sometimes! And it doesn't hurt me. Honestly. I feel so at peace within myself and within my life that I'm just happy you're happy!! And I mean that genuinely. Since this is a venting book and I desperately need therapy here is a sum of the last year of my life.
January 2022.
I had my first miscarriage.
February 2022.
I had my second.
April 2022.
I had my third.
I'm not okay. I will not be okay again for a very very very very very long time. But. I'm happy. I am with not the man I was looking for, but the one I needed. He takes such good care of me and has stood by me through all of those losses. I am closer to God. I am practicing more of my faith and I'm becoming more spiritually awake every day. Life isn't good.
But it was worth living for.
