I find myself both resisting and constantly asking that question- what do you do when you can't fix what's broken. I have filled journal pages trying to find an answer. The loss of my dad was probably the first time I had to admit that there was truly something I couldn't fix or avoid. I'm so sorry for your loss 💛
Oops! This is your Sunday love letter a day early! 💌
Maybe someone needed to read these words today. Whenever you find them, may they be a blessing, a gentle reminder to go easy on yourself. The whole weight of the world is not on your shoulders. Let’s carry it together. 💗
I find myself both resisting and constantly asking that question- what do you do when you can't fix what's broken. I have filled journal pages trying to find an answer. The loss of my dad was probably the first time I had to admit that there was truly something I couldn't fix or avoid. I'm so sorry for your loss 💛
Thank you, Tami. I'm sorry for your loss as well. It's an unbearable gift, being able to relate to someone else's grief.
Oops! This is your Sunday love letter a day early! 💌
Maybe someone needed to read these words today. Whenever you find them, may they be a blessing, a gentle reminder to go easy on yourself. The whole weight of the world is not on your shoulders. Let’s carry it together. 💗