Weathering The Storm’s Of My Life

This week, over in The Sandbox (Writing Challenge) we’re going to get a little serious again. We all go through tough times in our lives. Some more so than others. Put your thinking caps on and sort through your experiences, then tell us…

What is one of the worst emotional storms you’ve

weathered in your life?

As always, remember to include a link to this post on YOUR blog post. Or if your response isn’t overly long, feel free to leave it in the comment section below. If you would like to play with us and see the previous prompts, they’re listed in the menu at the top of the blog in The Sandbox Writing Challenge. But please feel free to just jump in wherever we are at the moment! After all, the prompts are really for YOU to get to know YOURSELF. So man your lifeboat and take us on your journey…

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As I’m sure most people have, I’ve weathered my share of ‘storms’……as a young child, I was abused by a man sworn to protect the public, who was trusted and revered by many. As a teen, a physically abusive relationship would eventually send me into the arms of my first husband and an abusive (mentally & emotionally) first marriage. Through the prompts of my first Sandbox Writing Challenge, I came to accept the things I had endured, I forgave and made my peace, understanding that all those things were meant to be part of my journey……because all those things had to occur, in order for my journey to lead me to my Jim and the adventure that was our life.

The pain of those circumstances though, in no way could prepare me or compare to the pain of losing Jim. His death brought a pain and emptiness to my heart I’d never known before….His death also brought about major changes and more losses. I lost my best friend, my confidant, my partner, my everything. With his death, I lost a huge piece of my heart and my self….. Not only did death take Jim, death inadvertently took away the island home we loved, friendships were and are still being severed. Not only did I lose the love of my life, I lost the life I loved.

Yet…Today, week 81..567 days without My Jim…proves that time does not stand still.

With all that lost…as time has moved forward, so have I. New discoveries have and are being made. I actually discovered a part of myself I never knew existed. A stronger, more independent Linda is emerging out of the darkness of loss. With each passing day, I am growing and redefining who Linda is. New friendships are being forged…a new space is Finally feeling like home, ready for me to plant both my feet and grow new roots…..

My emotional storms have tested me from a very early age, and though I did not walk away from them totally unscathed, my emotional scars reminders of those ‘storms’….I Am A Survivor and A Thriver and I will continue to be so………Because to do anything less is just Not Acceptable.