Some days I cried. Some days I dreamed. But I never let go of hope—even when it hurt. You’re not alone on this path.
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It’s not easy. I won’t pretend it is. But I kept hope alive by talking to other women, writing in my journal, and visualizing holding my baby. I surrounded myself with love and let go of timelines. That made all the difference. Hope doesn’t have an expiration date.