Facing my healing head-on has been a point of contention and growth that I’ve learned to find gratitude in. Pieces from my past still sting, but I wouldn’t have found my light without their undeniable presence. There were moments early on in motherhood when I thought I was doomed, cursed even. I had intense moments of guilt and constant worries that my choice to bring a new life into the world, under less-than-ideal circumstances, had set my child and me up for destruction and failure. I was terrified that I would face a tough time breaking the cycle of loss and longing. No one taught me how
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