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Solitude and Reflection--A Journey
In solitude and silence, I seek solace from my heartache. I have poured my thoughts into the pages of my journal, recounting my most challenging birthday—a dark lonely time. I held onto the phrases, “Time heals all wounds” and “Each day brings ease,” hoping they were true. In the midst of my unrest, my pen and journal serve as tools to analyze my feelings and hopefully bring clarity. Unfortunately, it cannot change the past.
My younger son is now my young Guardian Ancestor. The journal entry referenced to above was written on my first birthday after he transitioned. Within those pages, I reflected on my own pre-birth and birth experiences, both fictional, alongside the profound birth and loss of my son.
About a year later, and I’m prepared to start my journal entry for the day. As I sift through the pages in search of a blank one, I unexpectedly come across my entry from my last birthday. Normally, I don’t revisit my writings, but today, I felt a strong urge to reflect on it. After re-reading, I chose to elaborate on those thoughts. Now, in front of me lies my soon-to-be-published novel, Good Morning, Heartache.
Journaling has opened a path for me to grieve, find closure, achieve contentment that my son is my young Guardian Ancestor, and express my creativity.
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