I struggle with thanatophobia which is basically a big word for death anxiety. Not my own death. I don’t want to leave my children any time soon, but oddly enough, my own death doesn’t stress me out. Nope, my death ...
One of the scariest parts of grief for me has been the overwhelming vulnerability. When my husband first passed away, it was like my body was frozen in time: my emotions, my tears, and my heart were just numb. ...
They were right. The second year of grief is worse. No longer in shock, no longer drowning in tears. I’m no longer numb to my new reality. The hurt runs deeper, it cuts more. I’ll have flashbacks of the first ...