Not all that long ago, I was told by a co-worker, in so many words, that my positivity is "too much" for him. "I don't need you to be so positive around me," he said. I was almost speechless for ...
After becoming widowed, I realized I was mourning a lot more than the death of my husband. I was mourning the other things that he and his mental illness took from me. Yes, my husband took a lot from me, ...
Browsing one of my online support groups the other day, I saw the post. The one the new widow makes, where everything is fresh and brand new. We are able to articulate and write things out (I don't know how), ...
I'm still a widow and will always be one. Even if I remarry, it will not erase the fact that I had once been widowed. It's been so long now, though, that I don't even "feel" like a widow anymore ...
People still get taken aback when I tell them that my husband took his own life. I work in the hospitality industry, and people like to talk. They like to chit-chat and ask questions. When they get to the part ...
I came across a post I'd shared on Facebook on this day, just shy of three months after Bret left this life. Things still felt surreal as I clung to the remnants of what had been. We'd been together nearly ...
There is no timeline for grief; we grieve for as long as we need. My timeline, however, has a new update: I am no longer in any kind of active grief. I think I've been here for a while now, ...
It wasn't too long after Bret left us that I * thought * I made peace with the whole thing. Or at least as much as I could have at that given point in time. I forgave him very early ...
I’m exhausted. I woke up this morning ready for work – I work remotely from home, thank goodness. And I didn’t have bus duty for my three kids this morning which usually has me up by 6 a.m. and outside ...