Because “just stay positive” isn’t enough for what you’re carrying

I remember driving at 5:30 a.m., blasting “Lovely Day” on my way to a day-2 bloodwork and ultrasound appointment. And suddenly, I was hit by a wave of panic, dread and complete darkness. I arrived at the clinic with bloodshot eyes and, of course, someone asked me if everything was okay. “Everything’s okay,” I said. I wasn’t okay. I was exhausted from going in for the same appointments over and over again and getting the same results. Numb from being told we were ready for tra