I met him when I was 26 years old and we married at 28. By 42, I was a suicide widow and single mom to two children. Post-loss, I found healing in somatic and family therapy, yoga, meditation and other ...
How are you? This question is a loaded one for me. I just think do I know this person. Do they really want to hear how I am doing? How vulnerable do I want to be with them? Will my ...
Suggestion: See a counselor/therapist/psychologist/life coach/spiritual guide/ whatever you may call it, seek them out. If the first, second or third said guru does not help, it’s not you, it's them. It is a process to find a helper that actually ...
Grief waves sneak up sometimes and others there are little wakes that come in first reminding me that a big date is coming that I need to brace my heart for. Tomorrow is going to hurt. My heart is going ...
As I was making a left turn behind an unusually slow moving car, I gripped my steering wheel agitatedly and blurted out, "Why are you driving so slow?! You're stopping the flow of traffic. UGH!" And then I saw it. ...
Lots of people will do things for you initially. Suggestion: Try to realize that act was more about them dealing with their own bullshit or fear, or worried about their karma, than actually doing something because they are a ...
“Knowing what you know now would you do it all over again?” The short answer is YES. The long answer is Hell YES. I would stop and ask a stranger for directions because that is how we met and he ...
Yesterday, Rick and I would have celebrated our 24th wedding anniversary. It was the third one since he’s been gone. I made it through the fog of the first one. By the second one, I had adapted to life alone, ...
“Hello darkness, my old friend…” are the haunting lyrics of the beginning of the Simon and Garfunkel song, “The Sounds of Silence,” that have ebbed and flowed their way through the American musical fabric over the years. I know I ...
Own your grief, but don’t let grief own you. You’ve been through hell on Earth. You’ve endured a loss only few can comprehend. You get to cry whenever you feel like it, for whatever reason. You get to be a ...