It’s Just Me… Holly Chamberlain’s blog chronicles her journey from the most horrific moment in her life to present day. As she crawls her way through her grief, she utilizes humor and raw emotion to write about her challenges, struggles, fears and hopes. The blog began as a way to express her private thoughts with a few close friends but it has evolved into something quite different. Holly’s blog has been shared with thousands of people, some of whom are living a similar story. Holly’s vulnerability gives others permission to be vulnerable. She is irreverent at times, yet still full of faith and hope. She is honest, blunt, and spares no intimate detail.
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Picture a dry erase board with tons of black and red writing all over it… ideas, thoughts, comments, quotes, plans, list of things to do. Then imagine taking a stiff, dried up eraser and trying to wipe the board clean. It leaves a ton of smudged ink behind. Now write...
Time flies by so quickly and yet the days are excruciatingly long. I still cannot wrap my head around the fact that he is gone. While in Mexico, I watched weeks 29 and 30 pass. No fanfare but my own. No acknowledgement of the devastating impact of his departure except...
Merry Christmas, friends. I hope you woke up feeling fresh & frisky today, ready for a fun filled day of prezzies and family and food and laughter. My favorite holiday of the year is Christmas. I love it so much! I get wiggly and antsy like a child. I adore...
I’ve made it pretty obvious that I hate winter, but in case we haven’t met, let me tell you up front and as plainly as I can: I hate winter. I hate being cold. I don’t like the sound or feel of snow crunching under my boots. I cannot stand...
They say confession is good for the soul… and my soul could use some good right about now. I am so tired, so sad, so lonely. I hate being alive, even during those moments when I defiantly raise my fist into the air and declare, “I will thrive!” the truth...
Ahhhhhhh, the holidays. The most wonderful time of the year. A time for giving, hoping, loving, hugging, eating, shopping, wrapping, eating, singing, spoiling, spending, and eating. I absolutely love the holidays. I love hosting thanksgiving dinner and inviting my ‘homeless’ friends over… and by that, I just mean my friends...
I woke up last night from a dream about Mason… he was a little younger, maybe 10 or 11. He was talking about video games and I was listening like it was the most fascinating story I had ever heard. The dream switched to when he was a baby boy,...
I haven’t always loved my birthday. To be quite honest, I have been more than a little disappointed in years past. My birthday was a letdown more often than not. I spent many years trying to figure out why it was usually a downer. I finally realized that I was...
Here’s the thing: you matter. You are loved. You are valued. You are an original. You might think you don’t matter. You might not feel loved sometimes. You probably have days where you don’t feel valued… maybe you even feel invisible. We all feel these things, sometimes. The challenge is...