M. Aline

We’re all familiar with seasons: Fall, Winter, Spring, Summer. And then there’s seasons of life. Seasons of grief, sadness, despair. Seasons of love, joy, excitement. Seasons of anger, envy, jealousy, confusion. The list goes on. Throughout these seasons, we go through trials. These trials, good or bad, are intended to help us grow. But whether or not we allow space to grow is another issue.

I admit, I’ve been going through a season of grief. I’ve gone through and am still going through different stages. Sometimes it feels like it never ends, like the grief is attempting to bury itself a home in my soul. Like a never ending abyss of darkness. Sometimes it feels a dagger was plunged in my throat, leaving me gasping for air.