Journal Entry — Nov 3rd, 2025
Our souls connected in a time and place when I was lost. I didn’t know what I wanted or where I was headed. I only knew that I couldn’t continue on the path I was on. Then Greg came into my life and showed me something different—something that felt stable, something that felt like home. Feelings I thought were lost and I would never be able to recapture.
Our time together was often tumultuous. There were times that were unbearable for both of us. But one truth was clear, we always sought comfort in one another. In the quiet discussions of the morning coffees, eating together, or just sitting, I now look back, and I think he brought me through a liminal space—an in-between world.
A note from today
I wrote Liminal Space while I was still very close to Greg’s death and trying to understand what our relationship had meant in the larger story of my life.
I was beginning to see our time together as a bridge between the person I had become after losing Eric and the person I was still becoming. I don’t know that I would explain all of it the same way today. That’s exactly why I don’t want to rewrite what I understood then.
The complete journal entry now lives in From the Journals on Beyond the Pages, where I’m preserving some of the more intimate writing from this period as it was written.
Some stories can be told publicly. Others need a smaller room.
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