These weeks have been tough. Waves of major grief and despair hit me yesterday like a storm at sea while in a leaking canoe.
I did not panic. I did not pretend everything was okay. I felt each wave, each blast of ice cold sea water on my face and I still managed to understand that these emotions, though intense, were not forever.
I was experiencing these things because I am alive.
I did not spiral. I did not abandon myself. I did not try to control the waves.
I thought: this hurts like hell and I know it is not forever.
Not the pain. Not the treacherous self-imposed canoe trip. Nothing is forever.
