I am no longer a victim.
I survived something painful.
I am a survivor. I am still alive.
I know longer have to dwell on loss.
I can feel sadness but his absence taught me lessons about my own humanity.
I still occasionally cry but I no longer grieve what was.
I no longer suffer every last detail.
It’s no longer raw. The edges have softened.
My identity isn’t losing my husband.
-TRH Fragments36 2018