I’m not myself these days. I feel like I’ve been split into two equal parts, each separated by a single pane of glass. On one side there’s heartache and grief, sadness and loss. On the other, there’s light and puppies and sunshine and joy. I’ve spent my fair share of time in the light, basking in the joy of all that is happy and good, but today I’m standing in the dark. I welcome it like an old friend, the part of me that is shadow and grief. I’ve taken up residence in it, calling it my home for many years. While time spent with it is overwhelming and heavy , it makes the light’s return that much more sweet. So for now I’ll sit with this heavy sadness knowing that the light is just beyond the pane of glass.