The Importance of Acceptance

During these days, I was told repeatedly that what had happened to me was very common. Friends told me stories far more tragic than my own. Women who'd experienced this farther along lived through stillbirths or the deaths of their young children. The stories didn't make me feel lucky, because they didn't mean that I had been spared. Rather, I felt that I had now entered the realm of misfortune, where tragedy suddenly became possibilities,. rather than anecdotes about the lives of others.I decided to go on a trip alone to the sea, and bought a train ticket for the next day - with only a hasty note to tell my boss that I would be away. By the morning