Are you upset little friend? Have you been lying awake worrying? Well, don’t worry…I’m here. The flood waters will recede, the famine will end, the sun will shine tomorrow, and I will always be here to take care of you. –Charles M. Schulz
It’s often just enough to be with someone. I don’t need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You’re not alone. –Marilyn Monroe
Yes, I am grieving, feeling very alone in my fight to sift through the rubble and find something to salvage in a relationship where love may be the only thing still alive. Even now, I am strengthened by others who love me. Countless friends reached out to me yesterday to say it — with words, with hugs and distractions, to bring a smile to my face.
I am not alone.
Both my new love and my husband called, taking time from busy days to remind me, this is not the last chapter of my story. It is only a break, not a death knell.
I am not alone.
Even the man with whom so much is changing, who grieves with me over what is lost, reminds me that I am loved and not forgotten.
I am not alone.
Yesterday, grief soaked me and then wrung me out like a dish rag; but love rinsed the worst of sorrow from me, gently laid me out to dry, and warmed me with a reminder.
I am not alone.
Today I am stronger, because of love. There is no guarantee that grief will not overwhelm me again. But for now I know that I can face the sorrow. I can let it test my limits. I can give myself a break when it’s too hard, and with the love of others, I will find my way to happy once again.
Thank you everyone, for not leaving me alone.
Pen's Ink 
If you have not already done so, please, PLEASE watch “Into the Woods”, a musical by Sondheim. I think it’s available on Netflix. There is a lovely, lovely song in it that reoccurs throughout in different permutations, “No one is alone.”
I know the greatest thing for me was learning that even the deepest, darkest parts of me that I wrestled with daily were parts that others shared too… many were convinced they, too were alone. But when one is willing to share, to communicate the very essence of themselves, to show it on a daily basis, they quickly find they are a beacon to others who, like themselves, thought they were alone. That is the strength and beauty of vulnerability.
*hug*
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Robin,
I love “Into the Woods” by Sondheim. I went to youtube, and found the song, listening again. It was good for my heart. Thank you.
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It’s as close to a physical hug as I could give you. Much love! ❤
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