I got to speak my crazy mind (which is a parade of unorganized thoughts) with someone who has been through this. She miscarried around the same time I did, and went through the same procedure I did. She listened and she shared. She told me that the burden that she once felt is being lifted a little each day. She has a beautiful baby boy that is the biggest joy in her life and I have seen the love she has for him. 

She explained her mindset, and explained how she was. She offered to listen whenever I needed it and be there if I wanted to just listen to her story. “You became the member to a club that no one wants to join.”

I am glad I met this strong woman a little over a year ago, who took the time to talk to me about her personal experience. She didn’t try to tell me how I should feel about all this, but made it a point to tell me what she realized. It made me feel like I am going to  be strong enough to be able to get through this one day.