Our world is not hopeless, even when we seem to be dragging our feet.
Healing takes courage and strength. Healing is moving from feeling like a victim to knowing we are a survivor. Healing is finding our voice, even after it was stuffed down for so many years.
Whether grief lingers for a moment or a year does not matter. We jump back into life when we are ready. There is no shame in feeling like we are too sad to take part in life.
Through hope, we find the strength to climb from the hole we call grief.
I knew I had a choice. Open Pandora’s box, or die.