Logan was a very happy man. He met the love of his life at 17 years old and married her at 21. He thought he was married to his best friend, lover and had a beautiful marriage, but she left him to be with another man.
Logan was broken, grieving, angry, frustrated, depressed, sick to his stomach, lost and afraid. Alone. Destructive. Weak. Carrying around a torn soul. A hole in his chest where his heart once rest. Pain is all he felt. Abandoned. Full of hate and cowardice.
But he has kept his head up.
He has kept his compassion.
That young man is not falling behind. He is keeping his faith up and has found purpose in his grief.
“Grief never ends, but it changes. It is a passage, not a place to stay. Grief is not a sign of weakness and a lack of faith… it is the price of love.” Yann Martel, The High Mountain of Portugal