The first widow I reached out to after my husband died had lost her husband about 3 years prior. She was so honest and open on social media with where she was at during her whole journey. I remember ...
JOY – yes, it is out there waiting for you!! After loss we assume it's all doom & gloom from here on out. A future that includes a joyful moment, a smile and perhaps even happiness seems impossible to imagine. ...
I did 6 months of EMDR. EMDR (Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing) is an intense psychotherapy used for people with severe trauma and PTSD. I started about a month after Luke died, and I continued until I felt I could ...
Remembering the first year after Todd died revives all of its raw, nearly physical pain. That year was a waking nightmare. Sometimes, another widow’s post or comment reminds me of the early weeks and months, and I hurt for her ...
Do you know that your husband still spends time around you? Do you know he loves you and is proud of you, and he guides you and encourages you regularly? Well I can tell you beyond a shadow of a ...
Let’s begin a discussion about death and grief and send that elephant out the door. To enable this, society requires an open dialogue that provides education and empathy regarding the true reality of the grief journey. A shift in the ...
Here we are, in some of the darkest days of the year. I know the days have begun to get incrementally longer since the solstice, but that change seems imperceptible. Cold weather keeps us inside, out of whatever meager, cloud-filtered ...
I am often amazed at the shear number of people who either A) Are not capable of unconditional love, B) Don't really know what that means, or C) Don't apply it to themselves (calling myself out here). Even as a ...
It’s been just over 10 months since I lost my husband. It still doesn’t even feel real, yet it somehow simultaneously feels like yesterday and forever all at once. All I know is that there is this deep ache ...
I came across a post the other day while mindlessly scrolling Facebook, and it really made me stop and reflect. I remember finding the broken crayons in the box as a child, and if I’m being honest, choosing to put ...