Widow Brain

When I first heard the term “widow brain,” or “widows fog,”  I just assumed that widow brain was a difficult experience during only the earliest months of grief. As I have read more about the topic, I’ve been surprised to learn that the human brain permanently changes after a major trauma, and a highly stressful event such as the death of a spouse is very traumatic.

I can honestly say after almost two complete years on this dreadfully hard journey, that my brain just simply isn’t the same. It is kind of strange. I don’t recall simple details as well as I used to, like where I put household objects or paperwork. I get overwhelmed more easily by too many people talking at once along with music in the background or loud noises. I used to be the queen of multi-tasking and now I’m not so good at it anymore. If people ask me too many questions at once, I get overwhelmed by too many decisions to make and kinda blank out a bit or pause. Sometimes it feels like my head aches from over use or from a particularly hard day of grief and crying.

Recently, I had a really strange experience. Another trigger and trauma moment. I hadn’t been into our pharmacy in several years because we were using the covid curbside service. Sadly I showed up to discover that the service had been discontinued. This pharmacy is within the local medical facility where I had always run errands to pick up my sweetheart’s routine medications. The pharmacist that works there knew my husband and I both and had seen me at my worst at a curbside pick up just shortly after my hubby’s death. It is the month of his home going to heaven, and everything about the season changing reminds me of that awful event my life.

And worst of all…..that dreadful smell. The hospital smell of sterile, potent chemicals and circulated air overwhelmed me as I stepped through the front door. Now whenever I smell it, it smells like death. It was so strong that I couldn’t escape it even if I covered my nose with my shirt. My husband died in the emergency room. I detest the sterile hospital smell. Needless to say, I had what I would call a mini melt down and the tears flowed for so long once I climbed back into my vehicle.

I was shocked with how my mind functioned for the rest of the day. I was anxious and distracted and found it difficult to settle into any task. In conversation I kept saying the wrong words without realizing. A thick fog settled into my brain and it literally hurt my head to try to think through this fog. I couldn’t remember the simplest things. Widow brain is crazy.

Now what I want to know, is are there exercises or things I could be doing, eating, practicing, reading, etc….that could help heal my exhausted mind?

I know I’m not the only precious widow to experience this. So please know you aren’t alone if you are struggling with “widow brain.”

Do you have any stories or examples of how you have experienced this in your grief journey?

In Hope & Prayers,

This Widow Mama

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Dorothy lost her beloved husband Oct 2021 to a very unexpected bacterial pneumonia that quickly became septic shock. Her other half and best friend was born with a serious congenital heart defect. Because of that, she had always feared the possibility of being a widow, but she thought it more likely to be due to his heart, and more likely when her husband was in his 50s after the children were grown. Instead, he graduated to heaven just one week before turning 34. Dorothy was 36 with young sons ages 5 and 16 months who adored their Daddy. In less than 48 hours, the life Dorothy and her beloved husband so carefully built together shattered. They were blessed to share just over 8 wonderful, joyous and fun years of marriage. While her heart is so thankful to God for having had their journey together, she has struggled since his death with feeling hurt and let down by God. She has felt so devastated that their love story was short and ended so abruptly. Join her as she shares her unfolding journey of grasping to faith in Christ as she journeys through love, loss, single parenthood, honoring her husband's legacy and guiding her sons through their grief and life without Daddy.