As I sat alone at night unwinding in front of the television my hand rested gently on my belly as memoires started flooding in my mind. I started to gently rub my belly and I thanked it for carrying my children.. even the one I didn’t get to hold… I thanked it for all the trauma and pain it has gone through for me.. never letting me down… I then put my hand gently on my chest and I thanked my heart… for all the heartache.. for all the pain it has endured while still making room for joy… then I rubbed my arms.. the ones that held me when no one was there to hold me… for helping me carry my children and helped me wash my body and eat my meals… for constantly moving and tending to my needs… then I moved to my head… my head trying to cope with all its anxious thoughts while still persevering throughout the day… today I’m going to be gentle and grateful with myself for the dark days I overcame and for the bright days I thankfully experienced and shall continue to experience with my body holding it together for me…