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blush how i barely survived 17
blush the book
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Danielle,
As always, you touch my heart. Keep writing. I believe your words have divine inspiration. I will share this with my 46-year-old sister who lost her husband after a short marriage. <3 to you, my friend.
This is a post — beyond survivorship’s ‘soul-stinging’ —that is nothing if not soul-stirring.
I was agnostic before, during and after I lost my child to cancer. I did, we all did, recognize that this illness was unfair and undeserved, but I haven’t pointed fingers of blame at any of those things, including at God. Nor did I start believing. Your post will resonate with many, I’m sure, but I’m brave enough to state that this kind of claim is insulting and hurtful to those of us who are not those “some people” who “get it right away.” But you’ve put us in a category of “other people” who maybe aren’t even as understandable or adequate as those “other people” who didn’t get it right away and blamed all the worldly things and God. You usually don’t even know we’re here because we usually, politely, allow these exaltations and remain silent, feeling the hurt and exclusion privately. Why does it hurt? Because it is a judgement, but perhaps worse, an assumed nonexistence. I won’t be hurt if you remove my comment, but I won’t be surprised either.
Hi, appreciate your thoughts and feedback. I most definitely understand and could only write this after I went through many seasons of processing this myself. This is my truth, but I understand it’s not everyone’s truth. I’m deeply sorry for your loss.