I lost my husband of less than 3 years suddenly at the age of 29. I was left to raise our 13 month old baby alone without him. I was shattered, my heart was torn to pieces. So I leaned into the pain, because the pain was what I had left of him. The pain was where I felt close to him. I write about pain because inside the pain is where I heal from losing him.

 

Anyone who has ever lost someone knows pain. Widows and widowers know this well. The feeling of loneliness can become so sharp and overwhelming that, at times, it can feel like it will consume you. That is why I have created this blog. It is easy to feel alone in what seems like the crumbled remains of a shattered life. But you aren’t alone. And you won’t stay broken forever. And YES, it is OK to feel broken, and it is OK that it takes time. Lots and lots of time. I have created this blog because I find purpose in sharing my journey through my writing. I aim to bring comfort and hope. I am not an expert and I don’t claim to have the answers, but I am walking this path myself. I know the depths to which this pain can bring you. I have seen what lies beneath the rocks at the bottom, but I no longer live among the rocks. I have come up for air and I am human again, not a perfect human, but human.

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