One year ago today I experienced my second miscarriage; almost a year prior to that I had the first. Looking back these last two years, I often feel disconnected as if what I went through didn't really happen.
I think we all have at least one area in our life that we truly want to change for the better. Quite often it is simply an issue of our "child-like" selves resisting the ideas for change brought on by our "adult" selves. So yes, I talked to myself. Out loud I might add. I must have looked mildly of a crazy person walking through Rosedale muttering words of encouragement under my breath. But I did feel better after the "talk."