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Grieving

original date:  Dec. 2015

Life can be a horrible struggle.

And each of us, when we finally can vocalize that struggle in our life, is now fully responsible for changing it. That's really the irony, the sadness, the depression, the kick in the butt -  because we're not ready to fix it for ourselves.

I think that if someone had said to me that the moment I could vocalize my struggle I was responsible for fixing things, I would've turned and ran and never said a word.  It would've been easier.

At the moment when each individual has to take responsibility for his / her healing, the grieving process must begin. And each person needs support and understanding to work through the grieving process.  Healing is a daily struggle.

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When I started this post, I was at a place where I certainly had a struggle to vocalize both my struggle and my healing process.  Life has changed quite a bit for me since I started this post:  I am a grandma and I got a promotion at work.

These changes have kept me busy, and I've had very little time to process my emotional state.  I do know that I need to spend some time processing; I just have so little time to process.  As I've previously stated, I get so frustrated when my posts are shorter than I'd like.  I do start off with such great intentions - in my head are dozens of thoughts vying for my attention.  Then life gets in the way.

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