Better…That is a loaded word for me. I am doing better than last year, I am still broken but I can see what my future looks like again. This month my writing your grief prompt focused on what does better ...
His things My mom asked me last weekend if anything in the hallway was good or if we could start getting rid of it. I said it is all good. Truth is that stuff is my great grandmothers’ things we ...
For years my grandma has gotten depressed around Thanksgiving we all knew it was because it was my grandfather’s favorite holiday. Years past and then it became her being grumpy was because it was the last time, she saw my ...
This is the third version of a post for the week. I like the other two, but it just didn’t feel finished or right. Today I got to see my stepson it has been over a month since I last ...
Battling my Demons I started to write this post earlier in the week then today as I was driving with my dad, I decided that there needed to be more of the truth behind this story. Battling my demons is ...
Keeping Busy Sometimes I consider myself lucky that Matt died while things were not normal and still sort of shut down. It allowed me to hide away from the world and deal with my feelings or not deal with them. ...
After a week where I am exhausted from the emotional burnout and stress from the week I just want to bake. Tonight, I thought about fall-themed baked goods. Pumpkin chocolate chip cookies, muffins, and to get ideas I went on ...
My Husband Matt... I am at a sheep and wool festival this weekend with people who don't know my husband is dead. They don't know how much I enjoy talking to them. Because there is no pity in telling them ...
Saying Goodbye Standing in front of a room full of people that I convinced myself all hated me I gave a goodbye speech to Matt. I talked about how much I loved my husband the whole time thinking that everyone ...
This week I was a bad friend. Two people that I know had family members pass away. One their dad and the other their grandma. I reacted poorly and I am kind of ashamed. The early stages of grief were ...