I wrote this in April 2020. I wrote this with so much hope that I had finally gotten to acceptance. Two years later, I was diagnosed with Depression and Complicated Grief. To be fair, I went through another significant loss in 2021 that I am still navigating. Today, on the anniversary of one of the worst days of my life, I will bring it back because it’s still as relevant today as it was then. Grief changes you on a fundamental level.
The one thing that humans do so well is, create. What distinguishes us from the other species in the animal kingdom is our ability to create stories with whatever medium we choose. As human beings evolved so did their art forms. From cave paintings to Leonardo De Vinci’s Mona Lisa and books. From stories told by the fireplace to theater to movies.
Dear Me. Happy Birthday.