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Hello Everyone,

Well, it's August 2nd already. We're past the midway point of 08.

How are you doing?

You know, time took on a very different feel after my miscarriage. It seemed like one day blended into the next and it made no difference whether it was a weekend or weekday. I was very consumed with my grief, changes in my body and the whole world seemed like it was covered in a foggy, gray mist.

I felt trapped in that mist every day-no matter where I was or what I was doing.

Day by day I took steps toward healing, but I didn't know it. Simply LIVING through the experience is what did it. As I look back, I see clearly how there was a reason for each tear I cried; every ache I felt; and for the effort it took to get through the day.

Each day was a healing block, if you will. I felt anything BUT healed during those days, weeks, months after my miscarriage. I thought I'd never get passed the bleak world I existed in.

If you feel the same, please know my heart goes out to you and I REALLY know how you feel.

Time is the only thing that gave me the chance to heal. Time is what allowed me to feel every pain from the depths of my soul and shed each tear over the loss of my baby. Time allowed me to learn how to live after my miscarriage, and I honestly hated the entire experience. Who wouldn't?

However, time also gave me the gift of healing and recovery. I needed to live and feel every painful moment I did because it's the only way to heal. If I buried every feeling I had, I'd remain stuck in a place I didn't want to be.

Nobody want to feel pain, grief, sorrow. Nobody wants to feel like they've lost themselves and hardly recognize their life anymore. Nobody wants to wonder..."Where's the light at the end of this tunnel?"

It's not an easy road to travel, and that applies to all losses in this life. Healing is not an easy thing. Healing means you have a wound, and a miscarriage is a wound of the soul, spirit, self. It runs deep and pulsates through every part of our being.