A New Normal At the beginning of grief, you survive one minute at a time. Pain takes your breath away. You shake your head in disbelief thinking “this couldn’t have really happened, this is so unreal.” I filled my ...
Grief & Gratitude Feeling deep grief, depression or sorrow this time of year, or any time of year for that matter doesn’t mean I’m not thankful. That seems to be a common misconception. “Don’t be sad, just be thankful ...
Grief is.... Grief is…. Losing your past, present, and future all at the same time. Creeping forward when the weight you carry seems to push you to the floor. Feeling like your heart is stuck in a meat grinder. ...
This week I had the opportunity to again attempt to help people understand a widow’s journey- or specifically my journey. I presented at a university’s 15th annual Good Grief conference where this year’s topics featured presenters speaking on mental health ...
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 ...
The Greatest Gift You Can Give A Widow Sometimes the greatest gift you can give a widow is asking her about her husband. Ask her sincerely. Ask and truly listen. Speak positively, kindly and reassuringly whenever it feels right. ...
Don’t let the trauma and grief we have experienced distort who we are and who God is. As I go through challenges and troubles, the evil that I’ve experienced while alive on this earth can often limit my perspective of ...
Triggers & Trauma Crisp fall air triggers a wave of nausea. Falling leaves remind me of sitting, shocked and broken watching a group of loved ones entertain my boys with a giant leaf pile in the earliest moments ...
It's been almost six years since I became widowed, which sometimes seems like millennia and other times, like mere weeks. There are so many things that have happened in our world since then, though, and to be honest, I don't ...
Helping Young Children Grieve My oldest son had just turned five years old when his Daddy died. Daddy didn’t feel quite right when he woke up on Mommy’s birthday, and rested as if he were dealing with what we ...