I have made it a habit to write in my prayer journal every night before I go to bed. Sometimes I write a lot, sometimes not so much. Last night I wrote something that I mean with all my heart, but found it difficult to wrap my head around. I have reached a point that I am thankful for what I have been through. Not because I enjoyed a moment of it or wish to go through it again, but I now understand that my experience has given me a unique outlook on healing after loss.
A part of myself died that day, and it has been a long process to get to this point, but through ups and downs I was never alone. Doors have opened, friendships gained and experiences had that would have never been possible without me losing that part of me. True, I am still not on the other side, but the light is getting brighter and it is so full of possibilities. My experience has changed me, and I would like to think for the better.