Something I learned about myself in the midst of grief and illness was that the life I was living wasn't my own. My life belonged to fear. Because I had abandonment issues from childhood, I made choices based on the needs of a wounded little girl rather than choices that were right for me.
When my daughter died, grief pushed me in a new direction. Grief forced my world to become slower, quieter... At first it was frightening, but as the fear lessened, I started to feel nurtured by the stillness...
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