Words from a year ago, because December. 💛

Time doesn’t heal all wounds. Some will never fully mend, nor are they meant to. Not in this lifetime anyway, not with loss. Some wounds run so deep you don’t know where they still hurt until you accidentally scrape a scab that stayed perfectly out of site. And, somehow, that tiny hidden scab has the ability to reopen the entire wound. For a tiny moment in time, you’re right back where you started.

December is a hard month.
For a lot of people, myself included.

Never forget that hidden amongst all the merry is a heap of heartbreak. This isn’t just a season of presents and pretty lights on all the houses. Not for everyone. For many, it’s a season of remembering. The good times. The hard times. And while I believe in the power of presence in each moment, there’s so much healing to be had inside the remembering. Inside the tears that will inevitably flow alongside it. The firsts and seconds, and the anniversaries of lasts.

Grief is a byproduct of love.
And this is a season of loving and remembering.

If you’re remembering, my heart is with you.
If you’re not, give some grace and love to those that are. 20171207_111327