A grieving friend text me this morning and told me she decided to go on living. Her words cheered me. She chose to live. Choosing to live is a deeply personal choice. She chose to pry the hands off her that were holding her from walking through the door to the light. She had a breakthrough. She’ll still have tough moments. The storms that visit her will be temporary interruptions. She will experience a clearing after each storm. The distance between the storms will continue to expand over time. Yes, life is to be lived, enjoyed, and celebrated.
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