While on our annual trip to St. George Island in Florida this past week, we had a lot of time to sit, relax and watch the waves. The first two days, they were calm, as they usually are there. But then for the next four days, they were really rough.
One night, I commented that I didn't like the waves as they seem to come in and take things away. But the next day, I viewed it differently, they bring things in: shells, fish for the porpoises & pelicans, sea turtles to lay their eggs on the beach, and sand for the beach.
It's a matter of perspective, I guess. And with perspective, comes the realization that you choose how you want to see things. Making a choice to see it as a source of giving vs taking. Making a choice to take what bad thing happened to you and turning it around for something good....in my case, to become an advocate for suicide awareness.
It took two years to feel healed, although I know the pain will never fully go away and there will always be a part of my heart missing.