Artifacts and Tokens
Weddings are pure and white. Divorce is anything but. Divorce is raw. It is shattering. It is everything other than. What you hoped for on your wedding day. Infidelity of your spouse is like spilling ink on a wedding dress... Some stains can never be washed away. You wish everything was black and white, but suddenly the fairytale is shrouded in shades of grey. Was it my fault? Did I ever know him? Will I ever love again? Healing can be found in strange places. Reminders are everywhere. Some reminders you can let go of, and some pull at you... Haunt you... And sometimes being haunted is exactly what you need. Other times it is exactly what will break you. Hope and healing and loving of self come in many shades, some dark, some full of light. Learning to trust again. Finding ways to love yourself. Experiencing joy instead of pain at a loved ones union. Every day is no longer routine, you take It step by step, hoping for joy, preparing for pain. Welcome to my divorce. Welcome to the memories and artifacts. The tokens. The something new, that has turned into something different, but still beautiful. I invite you to try on my colors, and feel my healing.
