You are not alone

I received a message this afternoon that read, in part,

I thought I was alone. I thought I wasn't supposed to feel this way.


No, mama, you're not alone. Your body wasn't made to birth from the abdomen. It wasn't made to be cut. Cry, rage, hurt, grieve! Something precious and irreplaceable was stolen from you and you have every right to feel "this way". The scar you can't see takes much longer to heal than the one you can see.