I used to write and journal all of the time. It has been my way of processing stuff in my life, healing the painful parts, putting pleading prayers into words, making lists, setting goals… getting everything out of my head. I guess it was a ritual.

The day my husband died I stopped writing.  I couldn’t write. I couldn’t do the very thing that brought me comfort and healing for most of my life.  I couldn’t write anything because then it would be real… and I couldn’t face this reality.

So this is my first attempt at writing, almost two years after that dark tragic day.  This is my journey of unravelling after the sudden death of my husband in December of 2013…

“Owning our story and loving ourselves through that process is the bravest thing that we will ever do.”  

“Unraveling – a time when you feel a desperate pull to live the life you want to live, not the one you’re “supposed” to live.  The unraveling is a time when you are challenged by the universe to let go of who you think you are supposed to be and to embrace who you are.”  Brene Brown