I started journaling my thoughts about three months after Marquis passed. “6:01 am” was the first thing I ever wrote and Jesus, you can feel the desperation in how I wrote it. Literally drowning in emotions trying to make sense of what the hell just happened to my family. It’s been 19 months since that morning and although I’m no longer drowning, I still have endless work to do on my path of healing. It’s my belief that you as a reader and someone who may be facing your own trauma needed to know how this path of healing started.
Until next time….