All the darkness of the night is no match for a single candle that refuses to die out.
Hello friends. It’s me. Just a little candle that’s been holding on in the wake of the darkness of grief.
I haven’t been writing or sharing regularly, because, when living with grief, it is hard to tap into creativity or really anything in addition to the daily things needed for survival. If that sounds dramatic, it is. But it’s the truth.
What I have learned is the timeline for “feeling better” is fluid. The feelings ebb and flow with periods of light, then darkness, then a little more light. Annnnnddddddd, repeat.
There have been so many times when I thought about sitting down to blog but something stopped me. I felt blocked. I had no energy. I didn’t know what to say. There was this emptiness in me that made it hard to channel any words. I felt like I had nothing to give.
My therapist gave me good advice – just start writing. Write something. Anything.
So here I am…