I have to admit, there are still moments that I feel like my feminine soul has been mortally wounded...that there is no place for her in this messed up world. There seems to be something in me and around me that refuses to allow softness, patience, and the heart to be allowed a part in the play.

Going through a divorce such as I am going through has made me pull from the very depths of my soul in order to survive. But I have been able to reflect on the strength that got me to where I am at times. I can see the mother who never gave up. I could see the wife who pushed past the hurt to her own detriment, out of loyalty and love. I can see myself fighting for my voice, a space to breathe, and a right to use that air to speak truth.

She is not dead. She is tired. She is sad. She needs time for rest and recovery. But she is alive, although quiet today.

Thanks, Yael, as always!