When you hear over and over again that your miscarriage wasn't your fault, and nothing you did caused it, that doesn't leave a whole lot of people to direct the inevitable anger towards, so naturally, I am aming mine upward.
Despite our current non-speaking relationship, I am pretty sure Jesus still loves me. Here's how I know. First, I had yet another meltdown last night (everyone's life is moving on and I'm stuck in "this", I can't be happy for our friends, yadda, yadda, yadda) and wondered if I could/should go to work today. Well, because I'm a good little worker bee, I went, but was only there until about 1:00 when my boss came in and told me to go home and, if I needed to, cancel my work plans for tomorrow.
Second, I was driving home from work and called the counselors office that Taegan recommended and the lady couldn't have been more plesant. She asked how early I wanted to come in, because Victoria had times tomorrow at 3, 4 and 5....um I'll take 5 please, thanks.
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