WHEN GRIEF RECEDES

A YEAR AGO, I felt as if I was drowning in mental chaos and grief—not knowing how to find the surface of the waters. My mom had passed away, and dealing with her absence was by far the hardest trail I'd ever faced. Struggling to reconcile my feelings of sorrow, I felt betrayed by my own spiritual studies. No amount of reassurance that God was still loving and caring for me, and for my mom, seemed to help. I felt that I was losing my faith.

There were plenty of symptoms that this grief boasted: isolation, doubt, fear, and sadness. And they seemed just as crippling as a physical ailment. I began to feel that I was somehow separated from God.

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