Have you ever had a favorite dish? Maybe a mug or serving bowl or maybe a really nice piece of china that was handed down from a relative? I had this bowl from when I was a child that had an old nursery rhyme...
Tag: broken
This is a nasty little word, isnβt it? I have never considered myself a prideful person. In fact, I am pretty humble. With all of the trials I have gone through in my life, pride was naturally just not there. Well, so I thought. As...
(Picture of me as a little girl (Iβm in the pink) with my step sister. That was my dads lobster boat.) Knelt on the floor, hands covering the tear streaked face, heart broken before the Lord; it seemed as if there was nothing left. No...
The tears fell, uncontrolled, and quietly ran down my cheeks. The memories came flooding back like a freezing winters rain. Pain gripped me so fiercely. It was the loudest cry of my heart, but yet it was complete silence. Not a soul could hear...
There comes a point, when all the tears of your heart have been cried. All the pain is felt. All of the βwhyβsβ and the βwhat ifβsβ, and the constant replaying of every single argument and circumstance has been replayed a million times over in...
Grief is such tricky thing to navigate. Mourning someone who still walks and breathes, is an even odder feeling. The heart is in constant turmoil with what the mind knows to be truth, back and forth they go, never ceasing to stop their endless...