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There would never be a me again without Emmett Brodie. There was Cara Hunter, the woman who was happy and capable of doing it all on her own. And then there was Cara Brodie, the woman who’d never need to do anything alone again, but with the man who reminded her day in and day out that she could.
I was unstoppable before Emmett. With him, I’m indestructible.
Being with him is like stepping into the light, lifting my face to the sky, and bathing myself in everything warm and good and safe, not knowing how I ever lived before my soul found his.
“Your future is full of love, Cara. Full of family. We’ll be here, all of us, every step of the way. You don’t have to do this alone.” And I think that’ll be the only thing that gets me through this.
“Nobody slaps like Taylor Swift circa 2006.”
“From what I gather, infertility is a lot like grief. Grieving what could’ve been every month. Grieving the future you’d planned. I don’t know infertility, Care, but I do know grief. And I can promise you, there is another side. There is a life to be built, a future that has the possibility to be just as beautiful as the one you’d hoped for. It doesn’t have to be the end. There is never an end where love exists.”
Some days you feel like you can conquer the world. Some days, conquering the world is still breathing at the end of the day.
I always feel more capable next to her.
After all, it’s the fissures in my heart that made space for the light to shine through.
My name is Cara Nicole Brodie, and I am proud to be a puck slut.
She's so me
I’ve learned that it’s okay to take up space exactly as I am. I am no less worthy on the days I struggle, on the days I can’t stand on my own, when the voices in my head try to convince me that anything less than the best version of me isn’t good enough. I am allowed to exist, happy and full of life. I am allowed to exist, lost and afraid.
