Some days there won’t be a song in your heart. Sing anyways.
I’ve just realised that my heading is so similar to the one of my last post, but it resonates with me so much and has for a while now. I’m sure I’m not alone in having to remind myself that despite how much of an effort my days are, I can still sing. And I can still smile. There has been a huge change in my life and lifestyle since my last post and I’m still asking myself if I’ve made a mistake and my answer is, to give it time. And give me time to heal. After losing my partner, I threw myself into paperwork, gardening, housework, sorting, etc. Anything to keep my mind occupied and stop me from going over things - things I couldn’t change. Looking back, I wonder how I coped with the pain, the fatigue and the grief, but somehow I did. Eighteen months after he died, I decided that the house and garden were too much for me and began thinking of moving. I also accept that I wanted to escape the pain of loss and the house reminded me of that. Friends kept telling me it was ...