31 Days of Five-Minute Writes: Day 17

31 Days of Five-Minute Writes: Day 17 - Offer

When I started this blog, my intent was to offer myself to the readers, to guide them through a difficult time of their life, specifically a divorce like I was experiencing. I haven't always done the best job finding my voice. Now this blog seems more of a cautionary tale as to how NOT to go through recovery. I feel as though I have taken steps to move forward but I have also taken my fair share of steps back. Some would say my progress has taken far too long.

But here is the thing, no one can tell you how fast you are going to recover from something. Every situation is different, every hurt is different, every heart is different. Especially when it is something like a divorce - every story is different.

So if you are reading this today, know that there is no wrong way to go through something difficult. There is only one way - your way. Please do not let anyone offer you the wrong advice and tell you that you should be over it by now. Your heart will know when it is right to be over it.

The image above is an inksuk. It is a structure built by the Inuit to mark roadways. The traditional meaning of the inukshuk is "Someone was here" or "You are on the right path."

Know that someone was here, paving your way through this. And if you are reading this in an attempt to heal your heart, know that you are on the right path. I am still here, offering myself to you, the reader, to guide you through. Yes, I may be a cautionary tale, and yes, it may have taken me longer. But please know that my heart is in the right place and I am offering it to you.

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