I recently unearthed a deeply buried lie I had been holding onto: it’s that two years should be sufficient to heal from a divorce.
Browsing Category Life
Permission
The older I become, the more I realize there is so much about myself I don’t know. The revelation is jarring at first, but it’s just one other proof point that we were created for community.
Forgettable
From guest author, Amy Elliott: I’ve always known I was forgettable. You know the kind of girl that you’re pretty sure you went to high school with but you can’t really put a face to the name. It’s plagued me my whole life. This feeling that I don’t truly take up that much space and as soon as I am gone, you won’t remember that I was there.
In Parallel
A short poem about the duality of grief and gratitude.