So I said in my last post that "I can't see the trees." It's true. And you can't just snap your fingers and be teleported to the other side of grief. I've only written a few times this year, but when I write, I don't hold back. In my case, grief is about my brother taking his life at age of 47, and losing a dear friend to cancer a few months later. Its true what's been said, you can't go around it, you must go through it. But I have a Great Shepherd leading me through the desert. This is not about pulling yourself of by your own boot straps, or faking joy, or mustering up the "right" feelings. It's about truth transcending our feelings, and being OK with both, truth and feelings. It's about being real. There is a movement in suicide awareness called Project Semicolon. It is to signify to suicide survivors and those who are pressing on with mental illness to keep going. Do not put a period on your story, ther...
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