Facing Tremendous Grief By Writing Through The Great Pain
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by: lonnietrombitis12
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3 years ago, I started penning a fiction for tweens, Belle in the Slouch Hat. It is a story about a young girl who seeks revenge after her brother was killed while in the Civil War. I purposely started the story for my grandchildren; and I needed something to fill an emptiness in me as a result of the losing my beloved mother, and another special woman during my life. They died within two months of each other. When ever someone we love dies, we will need to grieve; there is no way to avoid it. Everyone must undergo the sorrow and heartache in their own way. My strategy was writing. Once losing those I treasured, it felt just as if something was stopping my hurting and keeping me from the harshness and misery in connection with death. To this day, I believe it had been the Holy Spirit helping me through one of the hardship in my life. You many decide upon to call it different things, but I believe it was the Holy Spirit. Immediately after that, the reality of the deaths set in and I had no choice but to undergo the next phase of losing someone you love, the grieving process. At the age of sixty-one, I sat at my computer; I began to compose, and I began to heal. I began writing a novel without the full appreciation of what I was getting into. I didn't stop to think about the amount of hours which I would so willingly give to it, nor did I stop to think there was a correct way of doing it, all I know was I had to write. Sometimes it was down-right physically, mentally, and emotionally painful; other times, I felt drained of every once of energy in my body. Occasionally, my sense of meaning and my most treasured beliefs about life were challenged. There was clearly hardly any schedule for when I needed to finish; and no one could dictate to me when it could be finished. It required lots of time; not a day, not a month, not just one year, but two full years. Aside from the very first three pages of my book, I didn't produce an order, or a plot ot follow, I just wanted to write. I even built an imaginary barrier around me and didn't want anyone to realize exactly what I was writing, except my better half. The more I wrote, the greater I need to to write. Writing gave me an outlet to cry, to laugh, and have an adventure. Unconsciously, I had created my very own support group with the people inside my story. For me, it absolutely was a safe place to express my emotions and thoughts and process my tremendous sadness. I also found a way for me to commemorate those I loved.
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