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It Was Never About You: What Going Home Taught Me About Childhood Wounds, Grief and Compassion
I am sitting in my childhood home in Quebec as I write this. It is grey outside. The kind of grey that feels like death. I have been here for four days now, and I will be honest with you, it has been one of the hardest stretches of time I have navigated in recent times. Not just because I lost my brother a week ago. But because grief, I am learning, does not just crack you open to anger and sadness. It cracks you open to everything...seeing life differently...seeing people di

Emilie
Oct 117 min read
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