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Could've sworn I heard you say amen this morning, Showing some kind of sign that you believe
I haven't been talking grief much these days, at least not beyond the context of "what is going on with this world?" sense. I guess it's been hard to figure out what to say. Like any other life journey/process, there are ebbs and flows to how I experience this complicated, beautifully bittersweet emotion. It feels cliche AF to say, but now that I feel like I've entered a different chapter with my grief experiences (being that from my life's biggest heartbreak my greatest joy has been born), and I'm still sitting through all the strange, complicated feelings that creates. I still am eager for these conversations, still want to share my experiences, but from a different perspective. For the first time in my life, I don't see my primary role as the grieving daughter, but instead as a mother in my own right. Perhaps not in the literal sense, but in my station in life: nurturing my family and friends; guiding others just beginning their own complicated relationships with grief; and probably most importantly right now, mothering myself and giving myself the grace I have often told others they should give themselves.