This weekend I felt the urge to stop someone who I know is living a similar situation to ours. I wanted to ask him how he’s managing. How he’s surviving. How he keeps his smile going.
I know the answer though. I’m doing it too.
You move forward one day at a time. One moment at a time. And you don’t think too far ahead.
This weekend I heard, at a session on being vulnerable and real bloggers, Brene Brown tell a group of very emotional listeners that “We’re ready to share our story when the healing is in the telling, not the response.” Some people write to get feedback on how to handle issues. Many write once they’ve worked through things on their own.
I’m not ready to write about all of it yet.
I’m still just focusing on getting through the moments.
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