My family physician asked, "How are you doing?" She was referring to the grief over the passing of my son. "With God and Lexapro," I answered flipantly. We both laughed and the sound of my own laughter amazed me. I had not heard it in a very long time.

Getting through grief is like pushing a Mac truck up hill. Just when you think you can handle it, a big rush of "missing" grabs your heart and flips it over. Writing has always been my therapy, but I found I could barely speak words, let alone write them.

But here I am....writing a blog. I can't say I'm even thinking rationally, but I'm relying on my hands to type my feelings. It feels good. Maybe I'll make it afterall.....with God (first), and Lexapro.