fog of grief

Title: Miranda's Chronological Story: Coming Alive Again | overlaid on image of offerings placed in a tree at Whiteshell Park in Manitoba (Miranda Hernandez)

Coming Alive Again

I can’t really say when it happened. I know it started as a trickle. I know it started when I realized I still had opinions that don’t relate specifically to having a child. There were times when I surprised myself, midway through a conversation in which I had once again become articulate. In which I was actively engaged. In which I was making actual sense. These things were “progress,” but also hard.

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