My name is Nancy.
I write about my journey for no particular reason. I’m not an expert on anything – except for maybe living through loss. Resilience.
My life was just fine until I reached the “seven-year ouch.” In a span of seven short years, I faced challenges that only a few know about. Any one of them could have knocked me down. But that didn’t happen. I still found a way to find joy in the midst of my circumstances, thank God.
Then my son died. Jonas was 17, and he died from depression. Suicide. And honestly, I can’t even keep upright some days. My grief is just that debilitating. I can’t stand not being with him.
I need to do something – anything – to make sure he didn’t die in vain.
And so I write.
