My name is Lorah and I have been often told that I should share my “story”, that I am inspiring, and that people could benefit from my “story”. I say it like that because I am more than what I have been through and I don’t like to lead with the widow foot…..(did I really just say that?)…yup, that’s right, WIDOW. I lost my soulmate of 8 years to a stroke at the early age of 36. There I was, 31 years old and having to plan a funeral and purchase my first plot of land together….a burial plot (hurray for land deeds). The reason I don’t share my “story”, is because it is my life and not just a chapter for reading pleasure. However, after a conversation with my best friend I realized that maybe if someone out there could see how I am living my life through the tragedy and see that there are still smiles and still accomplishments (even if that was getting out of bed that day) that maybe I could lift up someone’s spirits when they are living through their “story”. If that is even a possibility, then sure, I will put my “story” out there for people to (rip to shreds… kidding!…kinda…eeekk) be inspired that there is hope for happiness through the darkness.
I was so excited for the opportunity to blog, which was shortly met with anxiety and “buyer’s remorse”. What did I commit to? Who really wants to hear my story. I wanted to quit before I began. I also wanted ...
