The truth has fallen prey to narcissism and ego. Once it was a beacon, bright, proud and forever. Now “alternate facts” place truth in a
Author: Celenia Delsol
What is my "Why?" In other words, why blog?
At first, my "why?" was because my son had died by suicide and I was, understandably, a hot mess. I needed to tell his story as well as my story of loss. I needed to get a conversation going about loving someone with mental health challenges, losing that someone, facing my own mental health challenges (especially in light of this life trauma), and moving forward with my own life.
Years have passed and, looking back, I can say it was a one-day-at-a-time progression. Gradually, painfully, I felt myself moving towards a new normal through my writing. I also came to see that speaking publicly in this blogosphere about my (and Julian's) experiences, might be of service to others who were struggling.
Then, six years after Julian died, I got the cancer diagnosis. And I wondered, "Seriously? More shit?" But it turned out that a lot of the tools and systems I used and even mistakes I had made, seemed applicable to this new loss of my once-cancer-free self. There was a grieving involved with cancer as well!
And it just so happened that there was an audience for my writing, people who could not only relate, but benefit from what I had to share.
That is my "why?" and that is how "Leaning Into A New Normal" came to be.
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