Hey Friends, The snow is now melting here in Brooklyn. But on the first day of the big storm a few weeks ago, Jeremy and I set off for a little cabin in The Catskills for a few days. It was super beautiful, a true winter wonderland. We went snowshoeing every day. On our first outing the trail was super steep, we had to blaze it ourselves because the snowfall was so fresh (and so deep!!!!), and after half an hour I was totally peeved with myself that I couldn’t keep up with Jeremy. I had to stop eventually, while Jeremy explored a bit. I took a break in a clearing where it looked like a family of deer made a home in the snow the night before. I felt like a failure. But a failure at what? Is there really such a thing as failure when it comes to a beautiful afternoon of snowshoeing in a winter wonderland? According to my negative thoughts, it’s totally possible.
I applaud you and commend you for your courage to tell it like it is, and for creating a space where others can join you in sharing their feelings. I am a strong believer in the therapeutic value of the shared story. In the lack of a "school of life," we need to learn from each other and hear other's stories to know that we are not crazy and not alone. Your story is candid and poignant, raw and REAL! And you are a generous soul for sharing your vulnerability. I thank you.
Thank you Stacey, I cried reading this because for two years my uterus has been doing it’s absolute best to try to end my life. I’ve had to accept that having another child is not in my future despite how much I’d love that. Women aren’t given the space to express how angry we can feel about our biological challenges . Thank you for saying things others aren’t brave enough to
It's hard to find the words that express my feelings from this most recent writing. "Beautiful" and "profound" come first... "painful" pretty much captures it since I sit here with tears. I relate to your post on so many levels including the Elton John song with the high-cut danskins and leg warmers...a time in my life when I wore that too with particular dreams and visions of what might be ahead.
I applaud you and commend you for your courage to tell it like it is, and for creating a space where others can join you in sharing their feelings. I am a strong believer in the therapeutic value of the shared story. In the lack of a "school of life," we need to learn from each other and hear other's stories to know that we are not crazy and not alone. Your story is candid and poignant, raw and REAL! And you are a generous soul for sharing your vulnerability. I thank you.
Thank you Stacey, I cried reading this because for two years my uterus has been doing it’s absolute best to try to end my life. I’ve had to accept that having another child is not in my future despite how much I’d love that. Women aren’t given the space to express how angry we can feel about our biological challenges . Thank you for saying things others aren’t brave enough to
It's hard to find the words that express my feelings from this most recent writing. "Beautiful" and "profound" come first... "painful" pretty much captures it since I sit here with tears. I relate to your post on so many levels including the Elton John song with the high-cut danskins and leg warmers...a time in my life when I wore that too with particular dreams and visions of what might be ahead.
And here I am blessed to read this. Thank you.
Thanks! Great blog☺️