There's been a lot written on the subject of grief. Experts have broken the process down into a series of stages which people pass through in their sadness, each step supposedly bringing them closer to the end.
Well... I've had my share of grief... growing up, marrying, raising a family, losing two husbands... and all the rest of what happens to anyone trying to live their life. But I'll have to admit, it never occurred to me that I was again traveling the long road of grief as I began my recovery from abuse.

Recovery seemed to me to be a daily struggle of spinning my wheels and not going anywhere... wheel-spinning that dug me deeper into the spot where I was stuck. So to think of any kind of recovery as a series of steps could be a helpful thing... because if there are steps to climb, this indicates the possibility of movement... of progress. And moving through recovery means healing... a grief that heals. I like that idea!
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