The Good Old Days
It's been a while since I last posted and truthfully it's because I just haven't felt like it. I've either been feeling too much or too little to want to write about any of it. But here I am in my third trimester with an induction date scheduled and I'm realizing Everly's birth and death are near approaching. Admittedly, in the beginning I did a lot of pretending it wasn't happening. There was some #livingforEverly but there was also quite a bit of #livingforme which sometimes meant pushing thoughts of Everly aside. In our first meeting with our therapist I remember telling her I knew suppressing my feelings was a bad way to cope because at some point all those feelings were going to come spilling out of me like some kind of emotional avalanche. Surprisingly though, she assured me otherwise. She said I didn't need to force myself to feel, because when I needed to feel, life would force me to feel. She said there would be natural occurrences as