Today is eight years. Eight years since my late husband died. Eight years since my world changed. Forever. Time after loss is a funny thing. It feels like forever and yesterday all at the same time. My heart does ...
We have officially turned the seasonal wheel from the light part of the year toward the darker days. Autumn is many people's preferred season and I absolutely understand why. It's gorgeous and cozy and offers us many treats of the ...
Birthdays will never be the same. Mine will always remind me of the people that are missing that always made it special. Dinner at grandma's was my thing to do every year except the four that I was away ...
Once again it is September. September used to be one of my favorite months of the year. I met my late husband in September. We had our first date in September. We were married in September. And we conceived ...
A few years ago, I wrote a short story about some of the things I felt at the time and some things I thought I may feel in the future as I went along in my life without my husband. ...
This week has been freeing to me. For the first time in forever, I felt happy. I have not been in the darkness of my grief. It has been a much-needed change not to feel weighed down, stressed out, and ...
It's so weird when someone passes suddenly. One second they are here, the next, they just aren't. In the hours following my husband's suicide, I found evidence of him everywhere that my mind had a difficult time processing. His phone ...
This has been a very long weekend for me socially, but it was good. Like every other time I have an event coming up, I freak out before. Events that I always had him at as a buffer for when ...
When my late husband died, I hated being home. Home had too many memories. It’s where we lived our lives. It was where he died. So to escape the pain of home, I traveled. A lot. If I was traveling, ...
Does anyone else clean their bathroom at 11 pm because even though they are on day 14 of not sleeping much they are not tired? Because at night when you lay down the anxiety itch becomes real, and it makes ...