I have been nominated by the fabulous Aashi at, https://thepunkpenblog.wordpress.com/, to take part in her first challenge (https://thepunkpenblog.wordpress.com/2016/09/21/my-1st-challenge3/), so here goes!
“Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger!”
Curled up in the fetal position, certain I would die, I repeated this to myself over and over again, desperately trying to convince myself the words were true. Broken hearted and akin to nothing more than a fish out of water, I hadn’t any idea how i would ever make it out of bed again, never mind grow stronger.
My grief was too powerful; surely it would swallow me whole. The pain strewn upon my soul burned as if a dragon had just breathed his fiery breath directly into my face, and watched my scorched, burning, skin peel off my skeletal frame.
I hadn’t much time to hide nor hibernate for I am a mother and my https://thepunkpenblog.wordpress.com/2016/09/20/my-ist-challenge2/three-year old needed me. So I pulled myself up and robotically went through our day-to-day motions. Soon, our days were less robotic and I found myself actually living again, instead of merely going through the motions.
Divorce and the grief of what I believed my marriage to be was one of the hardest things I’ve ever experienced.
Today though, I am Stronger.