Deconstructing the saying "time heals"
Losing my brother David in 1983 was a profound loss that changed my life. I always thought “time heals,” but I've learned that grief doesn’t disappear. It evolves. My love and memories of David remain, a constant in a world that keeps moving. Grieving is a testament to love, not a sign of weakness.
The most wonderful feedback to receive
When I decided to publish my art journal during one of the saddest times of my life, I never expected it would win multiple awards! It's been scary to share my story, but receiving such positive feedback reminds me that my experiences can help others. I'm excited to see how it's making a difference in people's lives.
My book won a special award!
During my darkest moments, I turned to art journaling, not just to heal myself but to support others as well. I’m thrilled to share that my book, The Hospice Doctor’s Widow: A Journal, has been recognized with a Silver Nautilus Award for its impact. My gratitude for this journey is beyond words.
Thoughts on using "and" instead of "but"
Lately, I've been realizing how much isolation has made me overthink. I've started replacing “but” with “and” in my thoughts, like “I am happy and struggling.” This shift feels empowering and helps me connect better with others. It inspires me to embrace life’s complexities instead of simplifying them.