After two years and one month of pouring my tears and triumphs into blog posts, I stopped. Just like that; no conscious decision, no thoughtful conclusion that it was time, no real awareness that it had happened at all. How odd to think that nearly a year and a half passed and it did not occur to me to return to the coping mechanism that I credit as a major source of healing. Could it have been that I had completed the process...the grieving was over and I was moving on? NO...for each of us who drew this most dreaded card in life, the grieving is never finished, the pain never gone. As I round the corner to the second half of year four, I feel compelled to share my experiences through blogging with a stage of the journey that I have decided to call GRIEF LIMBO.
He lifted me out of the pit of despair, out of the mud and the mire. He set my feet on solid ground and steadied me as I walked along. (Psalm 40:2- NLT)
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