This might be an odd post to start back with, but I figured I should start somewhere.
I’ve heard people say that plants embody your emotions. They show, physically, how you feel emotionally. If that is true, my ficus really gets it. This is pretty much what I feel like after having 4 miscarriages in just over a year. The last one just a month ago, yesterday.
Today happens to be a fairly good day. I’m still holding onto a little high from Sunday, when I sang in my first choral concert in almost a decade. I really missed singing. I’ve actually gotten some things accomplished as well, which is more than I can say for most of 2014. I took this cute picture of my little Lacey with my new dslr camera:
I got my first new listing up on Etsy since early December. I used to get a new listing up almost everyday or at least one a week, but motivation has simply waned. I am also cooking some chickpeas and getting the laundry done today, but this statement from this pin is how I feel most of the time…
Sorry to be a downer, but when you are at the bottom you have to start from somewhere and I figure sharing my struggles is the first step to leaving the emotional cave I’ve gone into.
I know there are many who have gone through similar situations. Please feel to share any stories in the comments.