It was so subtle. I'd forgotten that the tree hadn't always been there. Bitterness is sneaky like that. It takes root and holds on and fills everything with shadows.
Oh poor Elinor.
Elinor was somehow able to put the words to the feelings I'd stuffed down deep, deep, deep in my soul. It was upsetting to see what was down there. I've talked about it before. But I was grieving what I'd lost. The life I was supposed to how. And when I finally pulled it all out. When I categorized and named every feeling and fear and hope, I felt free and light. It was a beautiful surprise.
Of course writing Magic Headaches was just a piece of my healing process. But I'm not sure I could have climbed out of the hole without out.
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