My no-baby drama usually has me in a Tasmanian tailspin, but sometimes I read something that speaks to my brokenness and makes me breathe a little easier.
"At any given point throughout this journey, two birds might sing in your head. The bird of doubt sings the song of blame and misfortune and self-flagellation. The bird of faith says, 'More shall be revealed.' You'll have to decide which of these two birds to feed."
From The Fertile Female by Julia Indichova
Amen, sister.
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