Everything Happens For a Reason

and other things I tell myself to make sense of it all

I’m not a religious person, but I do believe in divine intervention/things happening for a reason/fated encounters/and so on and so forth. Personally, I feel the need to believe in the magic of the universe otherwise nothing makes sense and the idea of complete chaos and randomness makes me nauseous.

That said, I want to share a series of events that I’ve decided have to be leading me in the right direction based solely on how they all unfolded.

As you know, April-August were, in a word, terrible. I was either pregnant or miscarrying throughout those five months and the grief and trauma I experienced took a major toll on me mentally and physically. But let’s back up to April because that’s where this series of events starts.