I find myself in yet another season of deep, irrevocable loss.
When I wrote my memoir about finding the fullness of joy through allowing myself to grieve — This Undeserved Life — I could not have foreseen the depths of grief and trauma I still had coming at me. But isn’t that exactly how trauma works? It blindsides us and catches us off guard and knocks us down to our rockiest of bottoms.
Tumultuous. That’s the kind of journey I am experiencing.
Loss, no matter the kind, changes us.
It works into the corners of our souls a sorrow that remains, even if at times we don’t feel it.Read More