Hey, mama.
Yes, you.
I don’t know who you are or why on Earth you’re reading this but somehow you ended up here to read these words.
You may be tired.
You may be broken.
Your heart may be in shambles.
Some days, its a wonder your lungs keep breathing and your heart keeps pumping.
But they do.
Without your help.
Whether you like it or not.
And here you sit.
So, just breathe.
I don’t know your story.
I don’t know what caused your pain.
Or Your tears.
Maybe you yearn to be a mother but month after month is disappointment.
Maybe you anxiously awaited your sweet baby but you had to give her back before meeting her.
Or, perhaps your child’s time spent in your arms was shortened due to sickness, accident, or like me, maybe death came like a thief in the night.
Whatever the cause, the hurt is real.
The pain runs deep…
Because the love runs deeper.
You ache because you love greatly.
You may not know how you will make it to the next minute, hour, or day.
You may marvel at how such a broken heart keeps beating.
You, beautiful woman, will overcome the intensity that is right now.
I promise.
No matter your circumstance.
No matter the heartache.
You do not have to try and navigate this nightmare alone.
Others have walked this path before you.
You have only one job.
Just breathe.
Tomorrow will come.
The pain will soften.
It will become less frequent.
I don’t know when.
I don’t know how.
But it will.
And your love?
Your love will be there.
Always.
But today, just breathe.
Indefinitely Three 