When I think about my journey over the past ten years, I see my mid-to-late thirties as a time of anger, frustration, and envy over what seemed to be happening to all the women around me– marriage and babies– but not to me. I was also angry and bitter over the subsequent abandonment I felt.
Then, in my late thirties, I moved into a period of sorrow and isolation. Then, in my early forties, acceptance and isolation.
At forty-three, after a year of sharing on this blog and others, I am finally moving out of isolation and into new dreams for my future.
Jody is right– grieving is important and only happens through connecting and sharing with others:
This is one of the best blogs around in my humble opinion. Cheers me. Happy Easter.
Thank you! Very nice to hear.