Three months after my mother's sudden death I started writing poetry for the first time since high school, and the words come from somewhere I do not recognize but feel like the most true thing I have ever done.
More people experience this than they realize.
Loss can crack open sealed chambers of the self, releasing creative energies that feel both foreign and deeply familiar.
“Where Are You with Post-traumatic growth — what can grow in the soil of loss?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.