Sometimes it just sucks—until it doesn't

I know a little something about grief.

When the ground falls out from under you, when the world is upside down, when you are just broken. So broken.

I’ve been there.

And I’ve also come back. My feet found the ground again, the world turned right side up, and the brokenness faded and faded until I was whole again. Different, because you can’t go back and be who you were before—but whole.