By now you may think I’m a nutcase, a real crazy person. Especially after yesterday’s essay. And just about everything I wrote in February. Let me assure you, I’m not always such a downer. Really.
Grieving for twenty odd years isn’t all blackness and tears. I want to be clear on that. It’s not all denial or a trip to la-la land. I don’t want some poor reader to stumble onto my blog only to be discouraged in their own grief journey. I still have hard days. I think that’s normal. But really, grief comes and goes. Right now it’s letting me be. For real.
Just a hint from me to you: if you deal with your stuff sooner rather than later, you might be able to work through some of what haunts you. Really, don’t put it off. Trust me. You’ll thank me later. Or at least you’ll be on your way to processing everything in a more effective manner than I did.
But I’m no expert. Just a girl working through her stuff, being brave when life is hard. And life is hard. And excellent. And thrilling. And tragic. And beautiful. And worthy. The greatest adventure.
I might not be a fan of everything that happened. I don’t need to love it all.
But I will rejoice and be glad.
That is all.
