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I’LL LIVE WITHIN MY BROKEN HEART

I have written before that everyone handles his or her own grief differently. Now, I want to share my own personal beliefs about grief:
It is not recoverable; one adjusts to it.
Healing is possible, and maintaining hope of it can provide sustenance. But the process of healing is uncconscious and happens despite certainty that grief is endless.
Many, many people succumb to their grief.
Grieving is hard work and consumes one’s existence.
Although it is rare, it is possible to find joy again. But finding it is a conscious effort and requires giving oneself permission to be happy. Continue reading

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MUSIC SAVED ME-PART 2

The concept of “being saved” did sound a little desperate. It made me think of circumstances such as being saved from drowning or a fire – of saving one’s life. I mulled over some alternate lyric choices for my song, such as: my music freed me or my music changed me. I had to go with my music saving me – especially now. Continue reading

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MY DREAM – PART 1

It was the weekend before the 4th of July when I finally found the courage to tell my husband that our marriage was over. He was shocked, as I knew he would be. I found it interesting that he did not see it coming, considering how distant we were from each other. When I mentioned that, he admitted that he accepted the situation because, and these were his words: “Change is hard.” Continue reading

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WHEN THE CLOSET IS BARE

Lately, I was struggling because my door seemed overwhelming. With my eyesight compromised, everything was harder. Although I knew it was courageous, going through the front door to end my marriage was probably the biggest step I’d ever taken in my entire life. It was hard to be patient with my eyesight. It had been several months since I announced that I wanted to separate, and I was still sleeping in the same bed with my husband. I couldn’t think of moving until all of my eye surgeries were behind me. But once I went through my door, I would be leaving the pain behind that confronted and assaulted me on a daily basis. Continue reading

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