When you’re in the midst of a storm, you can often wonder whether clear skies will ever come. This is how I felt when I experienced miscarriage after miscarriage. I wondered if I would ever experience the beauty of the rainbow after my storm.⁣
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I once felt like I was in the eye of the storm. A never ending storm.⁣
Raging around me. Throwing me off course, time and time again.⁣
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The worst part was, no one else could see it.⁣
No one else knew it was taking all of my strength to just stay standing as the storm threatened to consume all parts of my being.⁣
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I feared it would never end.⁣
I kept all hope that it would. End. Someday. Someday soon.⁣
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Eventually. Against all odds, that day came.⁣
The ravaging storm just lost its power. It stopped encircling me. It let me out of its clutches.⁣
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I finally put weight on my own feet and stood on solid ground.⁣
The storm had done some damage that was for sure, but I stood stable, centred and grounded.⁣
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Then as I came up to breathe and bring my world back into focus.⁣
I saw it. I saw the gift that was my rainbow.⁣
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Initially unsure if it was real or if I was dreaming.⁣
Eventually realising it was real, very real.⁣
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My very own rainbow, to admire, cherish and nurture.⁣
A beautiful, living, breathing reminder to never lose hope.⁣🌈🙏❤