Thank you for being part of my survival team to support this week with as much grace as I could muster. I truly appreciate it. With a special shout out to all of you who gave such loving kind comments this week and past months, years. 
I greatly appreciate it so very much. I couldn’t have done it without you.
<3 your handwritten posts, so right from the heart
Thank you! Sometimes though, it can be quite illegible, but hopefully, it still conveys emotion through writing. Thank you for visiting!
It conveys beautifully
Thank you for being such a great soul and friend! It’s been really rough, getting through all this grief. And the journey has only just begun. Oy, Oy.
Just love your diary – and your teddy too …. Pink, the main thing is that there is somebody better for you out there. Like what you wrote about – we can’t compensate our past – so true .. so that is why we have to think how we spend and what we do during the present.
Thank you! I can’t believe I finished the first book in such a short time! And Bunky the Bear is a great reflection of my soft suffering side at times too.
I joined a Grief Recovery Support Group for the next 12 weeks and I’m super stoked to get this process started of complete grieving in order to fully participate in life again, whatever that looks like. They have an awesome book written by John James and Russell Friedman called “The Grief Recovery Handbook” and it helps to look at the healing process of our wounds left uncompleted.
Thank you for your kind words. It has led to my bravery to join such groups above (even if the members stare at me like I don’t belong. I don’t care. I’m there for me.
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Pink.
I so enjoy seeing your bear, the keeper of your diary haha! Another week of self discoveries, I need to keep a diary as well! HAHA! Seems like it’s pretty helpful
Woooo!!!! You should totally keep a diary! I can see it now, brown canvas leather with a gentle tie string to capture all your heartfelt sentiments. I can totally see it!
And yes, it brings you back to the still peaceful, youthful side of you that we have left. Reminds us to reflect more deeply, openly, and slowly through the charters of our mind.
Oh my gosh that’s totally the kind of diary I would buy too! HAHAHA! How did you do that? lol
HAHAH… your photography reveals who you are. Insight into your heart and personality
I think you are very talented at reading people, a great skill that not many people can say they have
I sooo needed your kindness as today was a rough day. Was yelled at by a co-worker and a client. Sigh. Sometimes, I wonder if it’s easier just to hide in my pages and not come out.
I’m so sorry to hear you had a hard day
We all have days like those. Today in particular was embarrassing for me. I’m just sick of always making stupid mistakes. I’m here for you hun 
Awwww… I’m here for you too! Stupid mistakes, ah yes, I have learned to laugh at myself when I make them, but if more serious, I do get all, ‘what on earth!’. Photography is a like a world where there is no mistakes, just experimentation
Agreed
Love IT XO
What is the Bear’s name ? xo
LOLOL. Bunky
BUNKY
so cute 
lolololol
and original
xo
hahah.. its the real name that Gund gave him. hahahaah.. haha..
Really ? I love looking at the names Gund gives them ?
it’s a chick thing yeah ? xo
night night xx
streaks of loveliness…sincerity. I love so much your cursivewriting, a closer expression of your’s…love flows, sure…thinking less, breathing more…a home, homier with cooked meals…lines of free expression…I noticed some so poetic pieces!…of writing…drawing…a painting paisage…of much trust…confidence…and I guess past, present and future shall be builded with good will and hard work…a single work. Daily hard work, also daily joy…of being who wishes…living in good stand. Lines of loveliness…Thanks for share.
Thank you! I’m afraid that my hard work has only just begun. The next series will be revealing some deep grief, and masked anger built up over time. Oh dear. I’m afraid I might need to remove some pages from my next post as I risk offending those from my religious community who do often ask me questions about my conversion (which in my diary, I blare how insensitive it is to be treated like a pez dispenser of inspiration). I didn’t feel good in revealing my true thoughts: it brought me closer to that frustration that eats away at my core every day. And yet for some reason, I needed to vent this out, as ugly as it was, to see who I am after this mess.
The work has only started, I’m wary and a bit tired, but I feel like this grief recovery journey is what’s needed to find myself again.
Absolutely uneasy.
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