I had to learn to be honest…
If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it.— Toni Morrison.
This is the first post on my new
blog. Well to be honest, I started about 4 years ago to best cope or rather cry out to the world after my son moved to Heaven. I was trying to surrender to anyone and anything that would ease the pain and agony of not being able to hold my son again. He was 21 years old. My whole life flipped 21,000 times in intervals that I never even knew was possible. I reached out to many and Googled so many support groups of ‘moms who lost a child, moms who lost their oldest son, moms that need help, moms that need to heal’ and no one answered my inquiries. I was so devastated. But yet here I am, and I had to learn to be honest. I have to be honest. I have nothing to lose after him. My rock bottom was only known to me because everyone around me thought that I was doing just fine. Today, I am better than August 21, 2015. I decided that my ‘survival and get up and keep moving’ movement might help someone so I am releasing all worry of judgement to God. Be honest and genuine. I want to ride air and why not at 46 years old. You have a friend in me.
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