Healing Through the Holidays
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I cannot even begin to pretend that the holidays have been easy since losing Camden. Every moment of every day is so incredibly hard; the holidays are no different. The pain that, most days, is a constant throbbing in the background of an otherwise happy, sometimes even ecstatic, existence magnifies a million times when the end of the year rolls around. The period of time from my birthday in October until after the New Year is one of the worst. I'm not writing this post with the intent of offering a series of steps that make the holidays manageable. I cannot even fathom saying that if you do this, this, and this, you will somehow be able to make it through. There's no right or wrong way to navigate through grief during this time, but I do have a few suggestions. I've made it this far, right? Through (almost) three sets of Thanksgiving turkeys, Christmas hams, and several flutes of New Year's Eve champagne. I'm no expert, but I have endu...