It was 15 weeks ago today I lost the one and only love of my life. Sometimes the pain of the loss is so overwhelming and I feel as if I am drowning in a pain that I can't heal. I pray constantly for strength to get me through this loss.
I use to think that after a person was gone that it was the end, that everything that was shared was no longer, not ever thinking that one day i'd be where I am right now. That's just it so often people think what they think never understanding that in the quickest of ways life gives you a strong lesson to the thoughts you once believed.
They tell me, I must learn to live a new normal
But I’m not sure that I know how
I'm still recovering from Mother's Day even though it will be 4 years this June my mom's been gone. It's pretty internally torturous, to be quite honest, but I'm fully dedicated to moving through those crappy, difficult emotions. It's probably the hardest human thing we can do.
While sorting through boxes and bags, it is not unusual for me to find something unexpected. It happened just the other day. Shifting through a box, I came across a wrinkled, somewhat yellowed piece of lined school paper.
Life is precious, as you have learned with the passing of your mom. Learn how to create space after releasing guilty feelings and thoughts.
Have you ever wished you could fast forward through something? A tedious conversation, or maybe a visit with the perky dental hygienist and her terrifying arsenal of metal weapons?
I had never heard of
