“In the midst of despair, being reminded that tomorrow is another day provides no comfort because it’s hard to believe tomorrow will be any better.” Surviving Grief and Tragedy – The Spark Within, by Michael Josephson
I was confused when people told me I was “getting better.” Yes, I was less distracted; I could read a few sentences; and remember a few more things. But, I didn’t feel better. My heart hurt.
Prayers – so many prayers – for healing, and then waiting for whatever was next. When I had a good day, I was convinced that I was starting into the next phase – moving on towards “better.” That made the bad days all the more devastating.
the big a ha
Weeks went by before I it finally hit me: there are no milestones, no half-way points, and certainly no end to this process. This is a lifelong journey that feels like scaling vertical rock face. I have to decide if I choose life. And I get to choose – every single day –how I want to live that life.
Andy Warhol said, “They always say that time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.”