You know what I want you to do?

I want you to appreciate what you have. I want you to fucking live. Truly live. Fully. And I don’t want you to take shit for granted like I did.

I’ve been through some shit and I’ve got the stories to prove it. I’ve survived. And now, as I’m rising out of the ashes of grief… I’m not settled by surviving anymore. I want to thrive! And I want to share the gift of grief with you - the gift of perspective. It’s fucked up, I know. But I’m telling you - every person, every experience you have helps mold you into the person that you are destined to become. And I am me right now because of every chapter of my life up to this point. And I’m so incredibly thankful for it - even through the chapter where my husband died. Yup, I know that sounds fucked up. Cause it’s been the worst chapter of my life. But it’s true. It made me stronger. It’s made the me that I am today.

 

I’m not everyone’s cup of tea.

 

Ask my mother. She’s a tad bit mortified of me saying “fuck” so much since Eric died. But I’m not apologizing.

 

And while I might not be your cup of tea, I might be the shot of whiskey you’re looking for.

Hope you stick around a while.

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