A Ray of Light
It’s been a while. Far too long. This blog began as a way through grief. I found the inspiration from a counselor I was seeing at the time. The idea was that writing could (and would?) be a release through the darkest days of my life. So, I wrote. I wrote for hours on end, and I wrote often. I didn’t share all of those entries because they were mine. Just like My Sweet Boy was mine. Some things are just too private to share. I began to think that the only way to survive the hand I had been dealt was through sharing my experiences with those forced to endure the same. I thought that, if I wrote enough, I would get through it. If I could get it out, I could be free. I would release the thoughts and in doing so, I would release myself and the unbearable pain I found to be almost overwhelming. I would come out on the other side, scarred but standing. And I did. I am. I am scarred, bruised and battered...and I am still standing. I’ve since realized that grief isn’t someth...