Life After

This was posted on Facebook this week by a very dear friend of mine. Out of respect for her, I will not share her name, or her full story. But, I have known her now for 15 years & this woman never ceases to amaze me. I think it has actually been 13 years or so since I have seen her in person, but we have kept in touch over the years thanks for social media. She has always had a way of expressing emotions on paper in a way no one else I have known can do. She is beautiful & intelligent master of words & I envy her ability of expression. She is also a God fearing woman that has always made her such a solid foundation in my life. I am sharing this post of hers today because it says everything that I feel in my heart but can’t ever put to paper the right way.                                    ...

“Our wounds are often the openings into the best and most beautiful part of us…”              -David Richo   Boy, do I have some wounds. I am not sure however, that I have found the best and most beautiful parts. From just about the time the twins were buried, people have told me at least weekly that I should invest in therapy. I declined for a long time because I felt I was able to handle the losses on my own. After reaching the place that I believed was the rock bottom for me, I relented and very reluctantly started therapy.   My expectations of therapy were simple. 1-Go in, fold my arms over my chest & listen to a lot of crap. 2-Participate in talking only about the things I wanted to discuss 3- Spend a few sessions doing the above & then feeling all better and going back to life as usual. I was wrong.   I have been going weekly, religiously, for almost a ye...