I’m happy with the past week.
There were a couple of days I didn’t think I’d continue because getting the words out of my head, past my heart and onto paper was daunting. However, in the end, quitting wasn’t an option. If I stopped every time I started, never completing anything because it was confusing or hurt too much, how could I expect to ever truly move forward?
I appreciate all the likes, follows, and comments. They are more encouraging than you know.
Two emails through my contact page especially made me smile. After reading my posts, both people have been inspired to write about their grief journeys. Neither is sure if they’ll share their thoughts, and that’s okay. Sharing it isn’t important, writing it down and learning about yourself is.
I never thought anything I wrote here would inspire anyone, but in this case, it stands to reason. Though we all grieve differently, we are still more alike than we realize.
Have you ever shared your grief or it is something you kept to yourself?
On May 30, 2019, I lost Dennis, my husband of over thirty-five years. Ten short weeks later on August 18, 2019, I lost my eighty-four-year-old mother. My grief journey has not been an easy one. While we know grief has five stages, there are many situations and feelings some bereaved never get to express, and I’m using my first AtoZ Challenge to say things I’ve never been able to give voice to. I hope you’ll follow my journey.