Something I don't talk about is that I'm still dealing with these issues three years later. So many tests, different medications, surgeries. I'm finally in a place where things seem to be improving, but it's been three years of thinking I could die at any moment.
It's been three weeks since Rory was born and I still haven't processed what happened. There's so many layers to it all, I have no idea how to unpack it. He's the best thing that's ever happened to me, but the circumstances in which he arrived are not the best. What started as -
Tell yourself whatever makes you feel better, but we both know this isn't true. I didn't need you anymore because you weren't a safe space for me, you were a liar, and mishandled/lied about something that could have cost my family THOUSANDS of dollars. Fuck you. I stayed too long
I stopped speaking to someone who was sucking the life out of me and everything has been so much better. I'm happy, my kids are happy, my skin is great, my blood sugar is amazing, I'm sleeping SO well and I've lost over 80 pounds. Protect your peace everyone 🫶🏻✌🏻