Grief it is

Grief it is.

When I say grief it is, I mean, the subject of my next book has found me. Having been in or through or whatever you want to call it about my grief journey because trust me, it has and is a journey, it and will go into a book. 

In the last year or so I have written A LOT about grief because, after the death of my Father, I had been grieving a lot. Not just his physical death, but the metaphorical death and death of a dream I held as a child to get through the horror that was my day-to-day living.  It got me through many situations where I just would cry myself to sleep and dream that my Father would come and save me from the Monster who held me ransom (literally) from him. Thank you the State of Michigan for completely screwing that up, let me tell you how inadequate your system was for me and many others. FYI, open your adoption records, just open them already, seriously, stop being so backward.

Only in hindsight am I fully aware of just how far down into the land of grief I was, my grief and all the grieving I had sort of putting off until I could attend to it, until it was convenient, when I was younger, to just get through the whatever at the moment was going on. DO NOT PUT OFF YOUR GRIEF, sit in it, marinate in it and let it roll through you, you will thank yourself later for it, trust me because if you put it off, it will come back and bite you in the ass when you least expect it.

The photo is a sunrise photo over a hazy river, crossing a bridge literally is a nice segway to crossing a metaphorical one. I own all rights to the photo.

Originally posted July 21, 2018