Six months ago, on my birthday, I could have never imagined where I’d be today, six months later. It’s been a wild ride, and I don’t think it’s over yet.

The good news is that I’m uncommonly adaptable, and unfailingly resilient. This is only going to make me stronger.

Of course, I’d prefer to not be in the middle of a storm. But if it’s going to rain, I’m going to look for the rainbows. And when it’s darkest, that’s when the stars shine their brightest.

PS: I shared the thirteenth piece of my miscarriage recovery story, if you’re interested.