I’m not the kind of person who loves to give advice, mostly because I don’t feel capable of teaching anything when I, myself, don’t have a great, firm handle on life and all its intricacies. I see myself as a survivor, a learner, and a person who gives it her best, where, on any given day, ‘my best’ is relative. One day, my best may mean adequately executing my responsibilities and achieving my goals, and another day it may mean just meeting the minimum expectations (read: breathing), just enough to get by.
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I Still Do
by Lexi Behrndt November 9, 2015I’m flawed, that’s for sure. I’m often weak. I’m often distracted. I’m often judgmental, harsh, and need to have much, much more grace for people than I do. I sometimes make…
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To My Sweet One
by Lexi Behrndt November 6, 2015If you ever wonder if I think of you, the answer is every second. Your essence is intertwined with my every thought, your heartbeat lives on within mine, your love gives…
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When Your Dreams Have Shattered
by Lexi Behrndt October 13, 2015It’s hard to say how you got here. You’re not even quite sure how your life unraveled at the seams and you found yourself sitting in a pile of tissues and…
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This Will Be the Hard Part
by Lexi Behrndt October 8, 2015“This will be the hard part.” The words were spoken with a hush, gently and quietly as the dim lights softly flickered in a darkened hospital room as I held my…
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To the Child I Cannot Hold
by Lexi Behrndt September 25, 2015What do I say to you? How many words can I write? I’ve heard that a person needs to tell a story a few times to be healed. I’ll never finish…
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The Power of Permission
by Lexi Behrndt September 21, 2015Take a deep breath with me, sweet friend. I need you to hear this.
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A Nurse Did That
by Lexi Behrndt September 16, 2015The one who sat next to me the first night, as my newborn was whisked away and a medical team swarmed like honeybees around him. The one who passed tissues, held…
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To My Friend: On a Year of Deep Grief
by Lexi Behrndt September 9, 2015Hi, friend. I’m sorry I haven’t been myself. I’m sorry I sometimes fall off the grid. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. And I do miss you. To My Friend: On a…
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Currents of Grief
by Lexi Behrndt September 7, 2015With a silent nod, a single tear streaming down her face, it was over. She lifted her stethoscope, and it was done. There was no more heartbeat. The lifeless form I…