I sat in admiration at the trifecta of coordinating wrapping paper I had selected, the bounce of the light off the shiny bows, the way the boxes nestle into each other. It had the same appearance from years past, in fact, it looked like a pretty abundant Christmas.
The truth is that everything still hurts. All the pain I’ve chased away, hidden, ran from, pretended wasn’t there, and of course, there’s, the pain I’ve clung to and somewhat cherished, that is still there too. You see, sometimes pain is the only thing you have left from something else.
I’m going through something This may be hard to put into words, but I’ll do my best. This is a different tone than I normally write about,… Read more “I’m Going through Something (Part 1)”