There is no proper term to do justice to the type of tiredness involved in being a grieving, solo Mama. We are overworked, never paid, tapped out, burnt out and worn out. Fatigued and sometimes jaded. Filled with ...
It wasn't by choice for many of us women to live solo. The love of our life left this earth while we expected, believed or hoped to have many more years together. We miss our husband and the life that ...
I remember that day in much more detail than I wish I could. Many folks who've gone through the same or similar traumas have often mentioned that they don't remember much about it; sadly, I remember way too much. I ...
It typically takes a butterfly 7-14 days to emerge from its chrysalis. I am past the seven-year mark now and still trying to hatch. Before I met Bret, I was a completely different person than I am now. And that's ...
This is a question that I have heard many times. Others who have suffered a great loss likely have as well. Some get offended by it (honestly, rightfully so) but I've made my peace with it. I even opted to ...
I am getting tired of saying goodbye to the people that mean the most to me. I never wanted to lose my people. It seems in the grand scheme of things that much of life’s journey ...
I love when a new year begins, it’s a time to spend time taking stock of yourself and the things that need to change. This year, my New Year resolution was to concentrate on self-care. Self-care is a word that ...
It’s strange to always be walking around with Kenny. I named it Kenny, because if something is going to hang out for this long, it ought to be named. I also asked Google, my therapist, and ChatGPT about it, all ...
In addition to widows oftentimes finding their support network dwindling and their friends fading into the background, sometimes we may even find ourselves being blamed for our spouse's life coming to an end. I can't speak for those who have ...
Memories are such a double-edged sword in the grief process. Some memories bring a smile to my face and the light of love to my eyes as I remember precious moments. Others quickly spiral down and trigger my traumatic memories ...