The storm emerged without any warning, without any sign. She never saw it coming — a whirlwind of darkness, uprooting her present and cascading shadows over her future. A true collision of disruption and despair, she finds herself consumed by chaos — her faith unraveling as it disappears into the cries of the sky. And in the midst of heartache, she decides that she can either dwell in her disasters or she can learn to weather them — she can let the storm break her or she can let it build her. It’s in this moment of clarity that she begins to fight her way out of darkness. It’s in this moment of grace that she stops running from her storm and starts following her rainbow. And despite the aches of her journey, she is led to a place only she can find — a place of courage, a place of beauty, a place of becoming. This is what it means to overcome. This is what it means to survive. And although the storm brought her destruction, it also brought her strength. She learned that she is more powerful than anything that arrives to break her — the darkness will never stop her from finding her own light.
I don't know what your storm was, but I relate so deeply to your journaling!! I had a storm that I thought would be the end of me, but it was the beginning of me knowing the strength I possessed!!! Your page is awesome!! And congratulations for finding you in the storm!
I love your literary extract, those words are so powerful. This is such a beautiful page, the blended photo onto the book, the use of the illustrated flowers, all of the layering as well as the gorgeous alpha you chose for the drop cap. Love everything here.
I can't say that I know what your personal "Storm" is referring to...but it is described here , as despair , chaos , unraveling...Stopped me in my tracks...It reminded me of my own feelings , when my sweet husband of almost 30 years , died suddenly of terminal brain cancer...just about 2 years ago...I had no time to prepare...He died in just 12 days after being in hospice for 9 of those days...I am still struggling with the grief and trauma that comes with severe grief and the added trauma of my severe accident that almost took my own life...Yes trauma , associated with grief and sadness...guilt and fear...consumed me for so long...I never thought I could feel better...It took me almost 2 years to start feeling again and learning how to smile again...and finding the other person I lost [Me} , due to grief,trauma,guilt and more recently fear...These words are both moving, beautiful and most importantly courageous...My heart goes out to you...Brave for sharing with us...and You are strong...If there is anything I can do to help you, please let me know...Thank You! for creating this beautiful layout to inspire all of us...showing us that the human spirit is full of brave resilience,strength, and beauty...Hearts & Hugs,Rhonda...
@Pachimac , thank you! Perhaps my storm wasn't as strong as others. I sometimes look around and realize that others are facing real hurricanes... But you know how it is, when it hits you, you feel like everything around you is falling apart and you don't know how you're going to cope. However, it's all about attitude, and you have to encourage yourself and believe in yourself and in your ability to endure and move forward. In recent years, with every storm that has hit, I have discovered that I am a much stronger person than I thought. So we move forward with our heads held high and our backs straight.
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