When I lost my husband, I had to find a way to heal my widow’s soul. Much of my healing journey came through writing. At first, the only writing I was able to do was my morning journaling, a practice I had for decades. Every morning, I settled in my chair with my cup of coffee and wrote my thoughts in my small spiral notebook.

I also found a pretty little journal where I wrote about my late husband and our marriage. For me, it was healing to have a physical spot, like the pretty journal, to memorialize our life together. But I wasn’t yet able to get back to writing on my fourth novel which I had started before my husband passed on.

It has been two years now since I lost my husband. The wound of losing him is slowly healing and I am finally writing on my novel every day. It’s still in the developmental stage, where I often make dozens of changes, but at least I am working on it again. I look forward to the day when I can offer it to my readers!