When Alex fell in love, she didn't need books to tell her what to feel. When her husband died and her love became grief, there were no books for her either.The publications, websites, the well-meaning advice of friends and professionals were meant to be comforting. All they did was make her feel guilty. She couldn't seem to follow the rules for the aftermath of death. What step was this? Which stage was she at? She discovered that she was not typical widow material. Falling to her knees, banging her head on the floor, she bayed at the moon. She let the pain eat her. She responded with an animal instinct.The first year was brutal. She couldn't seem to find that sweet rainbow path that was supposed to lead to the magic, misty destination of acceptance. Her road was dark with no end in sight. She even began to search for that discarded map to the steps and stages? After stumbling in one direction and then another, she felt defeat. She did not want to live.Then, one wretched day, in a moment of surrender, an idea took form. She would paint her pain. The page would become her palette. She would chronicle her tragedy, and perhaps see beyond the precipice at which she stood.There was a way she could live!
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Alex Wassermann has written several books about self-empowerment during times of dramatic life changes. The impact of her husband's death was the catalyst for the publication of this particular volume. Alex currently lives in Mexico with her dreams and dog, Diva.
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Book Description Willow Valley Publishing, 2012. Paperback. Book Condition: New. book. Bookseller Inventory # M0615615023