I go along for days doing okay. Then out of nowhere, there’s a pit that I stumble into. I keep thinking about watching Gilligan’s Island as a kid. Someone would be running along and boom, they would fall into a pit. That is how I feel when I find myself in this pit of despair. When I’m in this pit, I begin to feel overwhelmed, sad, lonely, and lost. Sometimes I just want to stay here and not come out. I know that feeling won’t last, so I try different strategies to climb out. One is this blog. Others include journaling, reading devotionals, sitting quietly, praying, or napping. I know grief is not linear and I know I’ll climb out of this pit. I think these low points are a necessary part of the journey so I will endure until the light breaks through.