Jul 22, 2022
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The Roads Of Grief
How Grief Invites Depth And Gravity Into Our Lives
Friday Morning, 5:07 am… I’m staring at my journal with words I can’t read. I feel affection for my wounds, tuning into lessons; Where am I again?
Lately, I’ve been feeling all the things. A few years ago, I was recovering from a suicide attempt and divorce, trying to find out who George was. Then the pandemic took over…
