There, I said it. I’ve needed to say it. I’ve wanted to say it but didn’t want to give the wrong impression, didn’t want to evoke pity or even sympathy. I totally get that there are people with way worse situations than my own. I personally know a few. Not the point.
This past year’s been tough. Not gonna lie, I haven’t been the most pleasant person to live with…just ask my husband. I’m finding my way back to life, back to love, back to God…slowly but surely.
I still have questions and what ifs…I’m guessing I always will. I still have regrets and guilt…guessing that will hang around as well. But maybe, just maybe I caught a glimpse, a sliver of light at the end of a long, dark tunnel, and better still, a thawing of my frozen self, suspended in limbo as healing begins in my soul.
And just in case you’re wondering…this was about way more than losing my home.
Perhaps a better title to this post would have been Life Sometimes Sucks But God Is Definitely Good.