By: Nicole Corey
I burst into tears as I pulled out of the parking lot of a long and horrible day. Life after loss had to go on regardless if I was ready for it or not. The dam busted, and I could no longer contain myself. I crashed and burned so hard that all I could do was isolate myself.
My embarrassment and shame was written all over my face, along with my red eyes and teary cheeks. The weather that day could have not more perfectly matched how I felt. Even the sun had had enough as it bailed behind the clouds, unnoticed and blocked from sight. Continue reading