noun re·sil·ience \ ri-ˈzil-yən(t)s
1: the capability of a strained body to recover its size and shape after deformation caused especially by compressive stress
2: an ability to recover from or adjust easily to misfortune or change 
As I consider what resilience means to me, I’m struck by the dictionary definition, namely the phrase, “recover its size and shape after deformation” and the word, “easily.” Resilience after my husband’s suicide has been neither easy nor one in which life has snapped back to its original form. In a matter of seconds, my world and I were forever changed. Although truth be told, it was gradual, and it was sudden. Unexpected and predictable.
As a result, resilience is so much more than a word to me. It is a journey, profound and purposeful. The more I traverse this path, the more akin it seems to the path of bankruptcy Ernest Hemingway’s drunken, brawling war veteran, Mike Campbell describes in the author’s 1926 novel, The Sun Also Rises. To the question of how he went bankrupt, Mike answers, “Two ways. Gradually and then suddenly.”
My own journey of resilience has followed a similar course. Three steps forward, two steps back. Slow, tiny movements in the direction of progress. Measured inch by inch, one step at a time, one breath at a time. Then intermittent, sudden pushing and driving forward, then jolting back again.
Feelings, at once, connected and disconnected, triumphant and defeated. Hopeful and hopeless, in equal measure. Courageous, fragile, fearless and weak. Like a wending, winding, upside down, whipping rollercoaster ride, I’m learning to hold on tightly with both hands. I’m hanging on during the roughest patches and treasuring the celebrations of life more joyfully than I ever dreamed possible.
Although I’ve never really believed in “living happily ever after,” I have come to believe with unwavering faith and trust in “living happily even after.” My life has not stopped; rather, it is gaining momentum two ways. Gradually, and then suddenly.
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