tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769028919762785741.post29339508725493270..comments2023-12-27T22:45:30.343-05:00Comments on Healing through Writing: The Thing You Can't DoKathryn Crafthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08371458857187160425noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769028919762785741.post-75973631221112753082011-04-23T07:23:36.506-04:002011-04-23T07:23:36.506-04:00Great post. Thanks for sharing your hard earned w...Great post. Thanks for sharing your hard earned wisdom.Kate Brandeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17169608944670534936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769028919762785741.post-80992609071508468662011-04-18T09:23:08.805-04:002011-04-18T09:23:08.805-04:00Thanks for your kind words, Marie, and I look forw...Thanks for your kind words, Marie, and I look forward to meeting you, too!<br /><br />I learned from my first husband in so many ways, as did our children. I'll bet he'd be shocked to realize I still write about him all the time. I hate the way he wasted his gift of life, but he made me more determined than ever to make more of the gift of mine--and, in a strange way, through my writings, I'm making more than he chose to of his own.<br /><br />Still living for the both of us, lol. Guess those old patterns, ingrained from living with an alcoholic, never end! But I've never been convinced that turning in a new direction without looking back was the best way to heal...Kathryn Crafthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08371458857187160425noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769028919762785741.post-17010483125782857472011-04-18T08:06:45.773-04:002011-04-18T08:06:45.773-04:00I enjoyed your post, and began thinking that we fr...I enjoyed your post, and began thinking that we frequently forget to count all the bad things that happen to us as we go through life, as a success story. You have accomplished not only surviving a tragedy, but learning deal with it. You already had that inner strength in you, but the suicide and events after, brought it out into the open. I am really looking forward to meeting you at the writer's conference in June.Marie Gilberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07275544861810872122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769028919762785741.post-68762426033445293472011-04-18T05:51:07.338-04:002011-04-18T05:51:07.338-04:00Thanks, Donna. My strength has been forged, that&#...Thanks, Donna. My strength has been forged, that's for sure--I wasn't always like this. But sometimes there's a practical angle that can't be ignored, like with the brains. Who else is going to do it? I already paid to have it cleaned up, I was a bio major... I just kept chanting, "It's only gray matter. It's only gray matter..."<br /><br />I don't want my big regret at the end of my life to be that I never stuck my neck out, never lived with gusto. So to the best of my ability, I'm seeing what I can do about that!Kathryn Crafthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08371458857187160425noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769028919762785741.post-64550664513798237102011-04-17T22:51:53.498-04:002011-04-17T22:51:53.498-04:00Kathryn, I cried reading your post today. What pai...Kathryn, I cried reading your post today. What pain and anguish is beneath the people we meet in life, and we have no idea. You are a strong, strong person. <br /><br />I too saw the brains on the ceiling from my cousin who shot herself and her 9 year old son while he lay sleeping - to protect him in her paranoia. And yes, the "cleaners" obviously didnt think to "look up". That haunted me for months.<br /><br />I admire you for so much but can relate to staying by your father in law's side as he died. I did the same for my mother, in her time of need as I wanted to experience every painful moment in caring for her and saying goodbye. I never thought I would bathe her and changer her diapers - yet I did and did it with love. <br /><br />And so, yes, we must ask ourselves what can we do we never thought we could ever do - and reach for it. We can only grow stronger, deeper in our empathy for humanity, and deeper in our love for ourselves and truly appreciate all the wonder and tragedy in our life. It makes us who we are. And it's the choices we make that make us. So bravo to you!Donna Galantihttp://www.donnagalanti.comnoreply@blogger.com