She said it made her think of me. I’m sure for a variety of reasons, not the least of which being my obsession with words of inspiration as tattoos. In fact, the truth is I have been jonesing desperately for a new tattoo as of late, but that’s another story for another time. It was the message behind this one struck me.
Free Yourself
I realized that’s what I’ve been doing this last year. Or at least, what I’ve been trying to do. Free myself from the shackles of infertility. From the prison of endometriosis. From the heartache of loss and failure and the mourning of what never was.
I’ve been freeing myself. And no, it is not something that happens over night, or even a process that takes place in a linear fashion. Sometimes I move forward in leaps and bounds on this path to healing, only to be jilted backwards in one fell swoop when I least expect it. Sometimes I have moments of temporary insanity. Sometimes I question every move I’ve made since this all began. I move backwards and forwards and sideways and upside down on this journey of freeing myself, but that doesn’t mean it’s not still exactly what I’ve been doing.
Free Yourself.
Definitely one of the cooler tattoos I’ve seen in a while.
Makes me want a new one even more.
