I thought that through all this grief I had endured; that I needed to push harder to forget about it, to push it out of my mind. Instead of stepping back and feeling the pain; the real pain of loss, of losing my father, my husband, a sister-in-law, 2 friends, and my dog all in the time frame of 2 years. It hit hard and I
buried my mind, I found myself crying over a song of long ago or tiny little things that would bring memories to life.
Pictures I had to put down.
But these last two years; I had to take time for me. To heal, to cry, to totally absorb the true feeling of loss. It was only then, I had realized that GOD had left me with something. My true creative self.
Writing had become an outlet, and a means to pour my soul onto paper, to reveal and revel in life… in the now.
It was then I wanted to jot down my thoughts for healing, accepting the fate that had fallen upon me. Over time I realized I could move on and grow. Writing was therapy for my soul.