Over a year out from my loss i see how difficult it is to move on. I have a new awareness to my loss that i was not able to see before. I think it is an automatic response to ...
When I first started writing for Hope for Widows I chuckled to myself, "Now there's an anomaly!" A handful of faceless women, of all demographics, trying to convince other women; yes, women widows on the internet that there is hope ...
There are small, delicate moments scattered in each day. Moments that make life livable. Moments that remind you that you need to take a deep breath. That all your breathing and existing up to that point has been rapid, shallow, ...
The things people say: People say “time heals all wounds” maybe that’s true. However what they can’t tell you is what the word “time’ means in that statement. I often say“no-one can tell you how long to grieve” and to ...
I vividly remember the last time I stepped foot in the space I once called home...That beautiful house on Maybank Court in Gahanna that had held so much love and warmth, quickly evolved into four lonely walls and a roof ...
"The Towel Hug" One day, while I was getting out of the shower and grabbing my towel, I was feeling the weight of widowhood worse than usual. Instead of drying off right away, I wrapped my towel around my upper ...
I am a widow. I never wanted to be a young widow. I never wanted to bury my 37-year-old husband. When Jared first died, I loathed the word widow. It made my skin crawl. I did not want to be ...
Finding the Right Pair of Jeans I have found that finding the right therapist is analogous to the process of finding the right pair of jeans. It’s an arduous task and the hunt can seem endless and take years. Each ...
I recently read a blog from another widow about people acting scared of her. That also rings very true for me. People “being scared” can mean a few different things. When I think about my own experience, “widowing” can feel ...
So much has changed since Jared died. I often find myself thinking, if he hadn’t died things would be so different. I wouldn’t have so much fear. I wouldn’t have so much anxiety. I wouldn’t have PTSD from holding ...