I shared something on my Facebook and Instagram earlier, and thought it'd be nice to share here as well.
Today is the seven year anniversary of my mother's death, and since I've had many close friends suffer profound loss lately, I thought I'd share something. I had never felt more alone in my life than the day it set in that I would never see my mother's face again, or hear her voice. I thought there was no possible way I would ever be the same, and I was completely correct. I was lost for quite some time, and still feel that way even now at times, but suffering in such a way can teach you so many things about life, but more importantly about yourself. I know now that I, above anything else, CAN and WILL endure. I could have, and did for a time, followed the wrong path. But I chose myself and my own life over endless suffering. I am the strongest woman I have ever known. And I have pain and suffering to thank for it.
