Maybe you
know it. Hitting rock bottom. Having your life crumble and slip away between
your fingers. Losing a piece of your
future. Having a part of you die
inside. For me, it was the stillbirth of
my daughter. I was thrown off a cliff,
my fingers slipping down and further down as they tried to hold on. I could have let go. It would have been so easy to just let go and plummet into a dark crater where I could
feed and fuel my depression and hurt.
But, for some reason my fingers held on and eventually began to lift me
up a little higher and higher until I finally reached lightness.
This is
resilience. A word that too many people
intimately know – cancer patients, abuse victims, people who have experienced
tragedy or near death experiences. To be
given life’s biggest blow and to be smashed, stomped on and run over again and
again, and then to pick your broken self up and by some miracle of strength, GO
ON. To put one foot in front of the
other. To run. To challenge yourself physically and fight
for life when it would be so easy not to.
I am honored
to be included in Lexi Behrndt’s project called On Coming Alive and to have my story alongside so many
people that I received so much courage, strength, and hope from.
These are
the faces of resiliency.
Read it here: http://oncomingalive.com/posts/running-to-heal/.
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