Hello, lovely readers.
Hope you’re having a wonderful, if not warm, weekend. I’ve spent the last several days with my parents and am heading home tomorrow to dog sit for a week. It’s been a nice pause in life, having had the time to catch up deeply and intensely with an old friend, drive country roads I used to frequent with other friends, and take long sunrise walks on the trail.
Normally I spent time with the parents just to get away from city life, but this time a tragedy brought me home. Less than a week ago, my only ex-boyfriend, who’s been in my life since I was eleven and reconnected with me around my birthday this April, committed suicide.
Needless to say, this has really shocked and shattered not only me, but my family, his family, and the community to the core. I am in a bit of conflict because I’m feeling the need to process through writing, but want to be mindful of readers who may be sensitive or uncomfortable with the descriptions and pieces that I feel coming out as part of my healing process.
As I’ve never experienced losing such an important and integral person in my life as the result of them taking their own life, I don’t know what will come out. But what I do know is that I want to share both for my own self, and in the belief that it may help others in the future who find themselves at this crossroads to the life of a future they never could have imagined.
As such, please feel free to unfollow if this topic is triggering or sensitive. I appreciate you having read to this point and understand. If you’re with me for the long haul, welcome. Impossible to know where we’ll end up, but I’m grateful to have you along for yet another journey through words and the lens of my singular life.