It took me 30 lbs and 3 yrs to admit I was depressed even after a therapist told me so @ my second appointment. I never went back. I didn't have the "time/money" (balls). But I do have God. Disclaimer: if you need meds take your meds. But also pray. I drank & ate A LOT. I also cried... randomly. I recently read that "the heart of everything we cry about is 'what may have been'" which is Tripas True. As in SO true you feel it in your tripas (guts/innards).
I tried to explain to C that I needed to do this and why but I just teared up every time. So when I told my mom last night what I was doing today & she immediately disapproved all I could say was "listen - the miscarriage BROKE me emotionally more than anything in my life EVER. I have a tribal tramp stamp tattooed on my ass, THIS is different. She said "you know how I feel but what can I do?" *long pause* "You NEED to name that baby."
"I NEED to go home"... I gathered my things and as I held back tears & kissed her goodbye I cracked - "Francesca Ynez. I named her 3 years ago."
Marigolds: traditional Dia de Muertos flower
Forget Me Nots: "to help you to remember" *clap, clap*
Psalms 147:3 because as I sit here I testify that HE DOES 
Love & miss you baby girl 
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