Rough Patch

This past week has been such a difficult one! Tuesday and Wednesday especially. Once again I found myself at a place of hopelessness; barely able to get myself out of bed. The ache in my heart too heavy to bear. As I write this I think my readers must be wondering, "what's going on with that girl? One week she's positive and doing great and the next, she's down in the dumps! she's all over the map!" If I went back over my blog posts, I would certainly be thinking that! But, there's nothing linear about this mess we find ourselves in when we lose someone we love so dearly. It is such a convoluted path. However, looking back over the past 2 1/2 years, I find that I know more now about how to pull myself out of dark. I should probably say, I know more about how to let God lead me out of the dark. It's true though, I know the things I need to do to get to the other side of that darkness. And the things I do may not work for others, but they work for me. In the journey of coping with grief, I believe we can call that progress.