I spend a lot of time struggling to find a way to gather all of these feelings constantly running through my mind.
I spill them like hot tea over the pages of my journals.
I spend a lot time up and down with my moods and the way I look at the series of events that have lead me to this corner of my couch in the home I share with my now Hubsband. Yes I am aware that that is not a real word, and, no, I do not care.
I whimper or weep uncontrollably in his arms when the realities of this post-cancer life feel far too overwhelming.
I spend a lot of time in a tug-of-war with my thoughts and my writing. As I try to navigate their parts and to figure out which parts of my life I want to keep sacred and close to my heart, and which parts I want to share with the world. Continue reading The Road to Memoir