I shouldn’t be writing this.
One of my favorite writers, Nadia Bolz-Weber, says that we write from our battle scars, not our open gaping wounds. When you write from that place of pain and vulnerability, your writing is seen as weak and fragile and needy. Things need to be sorted, processed and analyzed before we share them. Share when you have a lesson, when you run your experience through a sieve and find the nugget of gold. Share when your pain has a clear purpose.
But today, I am writing from my open gaping wound. Because there is no time to process. There is no time to analyze and dig for gold. There is only this feeling of heartbreak and utter despair and the simple and impossible question of what to do next. Continue reading