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For When We Find Ourselves in the Place of In-Betweens

Sometimes, you find yourself in the Place of In-Betweens. That valley in the middle of where you’ve come and where you’re going next. That space of silence between discovering something and reacting to it. It is that moment of hesitance, that limbo of uncertainty. Of not knowing where you are going next. Or doing next. Or how you should be reacting, responding.

I found myself in a Place of In-Betweens two years ago. We had just checked in at a hotel with my dozens of aunts, uncles, and cousins to give my sister a bridal shower as a send-off before her wedding day. It was a happy day for her and for the rest of my family, but deep down inside, I was a wreck. Its effect lasted a whole year and even now, there are traces. Triggers that will still leave me reeling or broken.

How does one react to something that is both uncertain and painful? What do you when everything you’ve been hoping for, dreaming about crumbles to your feet in a pile of dust? What do you do when challenge after …
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