It’s Okay…

My Dear Friend,

“Say something, I’m giving up on you…”

“Wait, please…I’ll be the one
that you want me to.
Don’t give up on us, 
anywhere I would follow you”

“I’m sorry, Say something 
I’m giving up on you.”

“No…I..
I.. feel so small. 
It was over my head. 
I know nothing at all.”

“I’ve stumbled, Ive fallen”

“we were learning to love…
just starting to crawl”

“Say something, I’m giving up on you. 
Im sorry I couldnt get to you.”

“I gave you everything, all of me, 
anywhere I would’ve followed you”

“Say something Im giving up on you!”

“I wil swallow my pride. 
You were the one I loved, 
But Im saying goodbye. “

“Say something Im giving up on you.”

“Im sorry I couldnt get to you..”

“Anywhere I …”

“would have followed you, say something”

“Im giving up on you”

“say something I’ve given up on you.”

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oh, my young divorcee,

Its okay,

okay to think of them

okay to wonder what if

okay to reflect when those special dates come around once again

okay to embrace the tears for what was, what happened

okay to remember and grieve (or even celebrate)

It's okay. 

The process of healing and growth is found in giving space to those moments throughout our life that cause pain and discomfort. You cannot avoid them, you must go through.
In taking care to give yourself the space and breath to consider and feel. To let your whole self work the cauldron of emotion into a calm flowing energy by stirring it, continually moving it to allow for all to be combined. 

It's years later and around that time of year, he comes to mind. My story comes to the surface. It's talked about, asked, mentioned, and as those previously special dates come around I wonder, embrace the emotion, reflect on things from new perspectives and let it all flow. 

Time does make a difference. I heard once that as our spiraling journey through life comes back around to past events, past traumas, we are allowed to see them from a new place, as a new person who has grown more and different. With the ability to see new things, and heal even more than before.

Time does make a difference, the days pass by easier than before, yet they still hold a weight, a meaning.

Let the thoughts come, my friend. Let the emotions come too. Let them flow like water, for there is purpose in remembering, as they circle in the stirring cauldron. Don't block them or let them boil over. Let them in, then let them go.

It's okay.

Love Always,
A Divorced Eldest Daughter