Tuesday, March 29, 2016


Everything happens for a reason.

I used to say it all the time and truly believed it. I used to tell it to other people who were struggling, thinking that it was somehow helpful. I used to find comfort in it -- yes, this hardship is happening, but something good is going to come out of it. It used to fuel me to get through life's setbacks and I'd desperately search for the meaning to everything. That all changed when I went through my miscarriage, and even more so now that I lost Grace. I don't believe it anymore. And honestly, every time someone tells me "it happened for a reason," I have resist every bit of urge not to punch that person in the face.

My daughter did not die for a reason. My daughter did not die so I could learn a life lesson. She died, and it was unfair. Shitty things happen to people everyday and the only thing we can do is try to pick up the pieces and move forward. Everyone's challenges are unique and different, but I'm beginning to believe that there is no rhyme or reason for any of it happening. I think we as humans are put on this earth to endure hardship, and it is our choice whether or not that hardship is going to destroy us or strengthen us.

It didn't happen for a reason. It just, happened.

I received this card from a friend a few weeks ago.
It might be my most favorite card ever. <3