I am posting this as an Open Thread for people who want a place to gather.
Please share whatever you need to share.
Participating here is an act of trust between blogfriends who know each other and between people who have never met. We send our needs, our cries for help, our poems of loss and recovery, our honest emotions, out into the blogosphere. We trust that someone reading our words has been in a similar place and truly understands. We trust that someone out there will offer a kind word and stand beside us as we rant and rage about the unfairness of it all. We read without judgment and offer presence, not advice.
We share our experience, strength and hope.
I am in another rough period of struggle.
I've wept a lot of tears in recent weeks, missing various people who have died. Missing my mom. Missing my grandparents. Missing a dear friend who died young, prompted in that because his mother just died recently.
I do believe as a metaphysical matter that love is eternal. Love does not evaporate. Love cannot be created or destroyed.
I carry within me all the love I have ever received, not as mere memory, but as nourishing energy I can tap into even today.
It is easier to do that on some days than others, though.
For some reason lately I have been feeling blocked. Crying out in my spirit to various people who have stepped across the threshhold of eternity, longing to feel connected to their love again.
Just another grueling series of steps on long and winding road of grief recovery.
Welcome, fellow travelers on the grief journey
and a special welcome to anyone new to The Grieving Room.
We meet every Monday evening.
Whether your loss is recent, or many years ago;
whether you've lost a person, or a pet;
or even if the person you're "mourning" is still alive,
("pre-grief" can be a very lonely and confusing time),
you can come to this diary and say whatever you need to say.
We can't solve each other's problems,
but we can be a sounding board and a place of connection.
Unlike a private journal
here, you know: your words are read by people who
have been through their own hell.
There's no need to pretty it up or tone it down..
It just is.