“Thou shalt live together in love, insomuch that thou shalt weep for the loss of those that die.”

Divorce: the gift that keeps on giving. They say it’s worse than a death, and I believe them. I’ve been grieving for a little over a year now. The pain is less acute, more of a slow burn now than the stab of a knife, but it’s still there, in the background, always. It will be there until one day it’s not.

I don’t need sympathy or anything; I’m just acknowledging that the tapestry of life is made of threads both light and dark. Everyone has their own light and dark threads, different seasons of life, seasons of joy and sorrow both. I wish you peace in whatever season you are currently in.

I wonder when I will hit the bottom.

I keep thinking I have, only to process more grief, find there’s another, deeper layer underneath, and feel the floor drop out from underneath me once again. I wonder when I’ll hit rock bottom and can finally start the slow climb back up. Maybe these metaphors are flawed and it doesn’t work that way at all.

I’m so tired of grief but the process must be respected and can’t be rushed.