Although the "failing" parts of my ttc journey are still agonizingly present, for now, for this moment, I consider myself WINNING (cue clapping and cheering) in the following ways:
- To date I have made it back to work 4 days. They may have been half days and I may have been in a fog but I did it. This was such a hard step.
- I took a walk and it felt wonderful.
- I emailed my gyn and asked for a counseling referral.
- I've begun to eat again. For days after I found out my baby had died I could not eat. I associated it with the joy I had previously felt for eating mindfully for the baby. I just could not perform the function of putting the food in my mouth. Last night I had a decent meal. It too was wonderful.
All of these things I did for myself. In this battle I call that winning.