Rebellious Resilience
This is just me writing the book I wanted to read. I was looking for freedom; I was out to find me. I didn’t know how to survive the affair, divorce, career, new town, and single-mom life. I wanted someone to tell me all I was in for and up against. I wanted to hear her stories, how she started over: the ones that make you grieve all over again because you’ve felt the same heartbreak, the ones that make you feel like it’s not just you, the ones that make you cheer because we do get back up every time, and the ones that make you believe in love as impossible as that may sound. I wanted to know how you try again. How do you really figure out why you’re in this place and the part you played? How do you discover who you are without them? How do you decide which parts of that life to bring and what gets left behind? How do you trust yourself again? How do you hear you?
This is just me writing the book I wanted to read. I was looking for freedom; I was out to find me. I didn’t know how to survive the affair, divorce, career, new town, and single-mom life. I wanted someone to tell me all I was in for and up against. I wanted to hear her stories, how she started over: the ones that make you grieve all over again because you’ve felt the same heartbreak, the ones that make you feel like it’s not just you, the ones that make you cheer because we do get back up every time, and the ones that make you believe in love as impossible as that may sound. I wanted to know how you try again. How do you really figure out why you’re in this place and the part you played? How do you discover who you are without them? How do you decide which parts of that life to bring and what gets left behind? How do you trust yourself again? How do you hear you?
This is just me writing the book I wanted to read. I was looking for freedom; I was out to find me. I didn’t know how to survive the affair, divorce, career, new town, and single-mom life. I wanted someone to tell me all I was in for and up against. I wanted to hear her stories, how she started over: the ones that make you grieve all over again because you’ve felt the same heartbreak, the ones that make you feel like it’s not just you, the ones that make you cheer because we do get back up every time, and the ones that make you believe in love as impossible as that may sound. I wanted to know how you try again. How do you really figure out why you’re in this place and the part you played? How do you discover who you are without them? How do you decide which parts of that life to bring and what gets left behind? How do you trust yourself again? How do you hear you?