Every day I learn a lesson in this lifelong journey of grief.
Now a few years out of our failed infertility journey some of those lessons knock me on my ass, some push me forward and some lift me up on a firm foundation.
Does it ever get better?
To which I say in complete love and loathing of the complicated gray,
It gets different.
Some days are better.
Some are brutal.
All days, in each lesson, I am shown that it gets different.
I am different; some days better, some brutal.