Elizabeth Grow is an editor and content writer for Love What Matters. A graduate of Utah State University, she now lives in Las Vegas with her husband and two dogs. Elizabeth loves sharing stories that raise awareness for neglected populations within our society, particularly the mentally ill. She loves music, any kind of DIY craft project, and a good movie.
“‘Don’t get your hopes up. The sample didn’t look good. In fact, I’m not even going to charge you for the visit today.’ As we left the clinic, I had an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. This was never going to work.”
“I’m blessed beyond measure to have a front-row seat to watch in absolute amazement what it’s like to live your entire truth authentically.”
“Not willing to accept this as my new normal or wait for happiness to just HAPPEN to me, I started being honest with myself and others and decided to depend on the only person that could truly control my happiness… ME.”
“Regardless of your next career move, no one can take your past experience away from you. As long as you know who you are and what’s important to you, you are not throwing ANYTHING away.”
“There, for the very first time, was Andrew’s entire diagnostic story. The decoder we’ve been searching for most of his life. Every milestone missed, every seizure suffered, every hospitalization, every moment his body betrayed him, every detail down to his clumsy gait, summarized in 12pt Times New Roman.”
“When I think of our foster care journey everything is truly dialectic. It is love and it is frustration, it is depleting and it is rewarding, it is heartbreaking and heartwarming all at once.”
“I couldn’t remember the day my miscarriage happened. I forgot what that baby’s due date was supposed to be. I felt like a terrible person for not remembering the dates of one of the toughest experiences in my life.”
“I understand what it feels like to sit in the parking lot of a liquor store waiting for the open sign to turn on. To look my heartbroken child in the face, knowing I’m at the root of that pain.”
“When I started seeing my baby as a human and not some complicated newborn, figuring out her needs no longer seemed like such a mystery.”
“She was in a little yellow nightgown onesie and it was way too big for her. I signed some paperwork, got her out of the car, and the case worker handed me a diaper bag packed by a local church. That was it.”
