may 15th was my 20th birthday and I spent it in the hospital .. two days later I went to the restroom to find a dead fetus in my underwear .. 10 hours later I was in surgery , spent 6hrs in a stiff hospital bed and ate crappy breakfast , at noon that day I was discharged , by 2am this morning I was having nightmares and a panic attack , 30min later I fell asleep on the phone with my boyfriend , right now Im soaking in air from my window and awaiting an In&Out burger .

bittersweet birthday for me but this experience has been an eye opener for me personally as well as my relationship with my boyfriend . much has been learned and much has been appreciated and Im just grateful for LIFE and im ready to keep living . maybe 21 will be better yea ?