My husband’s death has made me face some harsh and painful truths.
I’ve always been a very resilient person. Probably more than most. That’s a truth I never wanted to learn about myself. I can deal with really traumatic situations in other people’s lives and help them through it. My own tragedies I’m not as good with. Until now. Because I must be.
I feel like in life, you have two choices. The first is the choice to let what happens to you define you and break you. The second is to keep going even when every part of you feels broken.
Sometimes your whole life flips upside down and you just have deal with it. You have to pick up the pieces of a mess you didn’t create. You have to put one foot in front of the other when you don’t know how. You have to be strong because you have no other choice. You have to overcome things no one should ever experience. You have to ask for help with things that you never expected to have to do.
This reality is not what I want. But I’m here. This is a destination in my story – but I won’t let it be the end of my story.