Seven months. 💔
I feel like things might be turning a bit of a corner. I’m not quite finding joy in life, but there’s a little less angst in my heart. I’m still sleeping and eating erratically and doing that hermit thing, but I’m sure that will change with time.
For the last few weeks, things have been exceptionally hard. A very dear friend of ours is moving out of state very soon, so that has been weighing heavily on my heart. He’s been like family to Dwight and I for almost 30 years, so this will be yet another loss that I’m not quite sure I’m ready for.
I seem to be cycling a bit through some stages. Although I’ve had a couple of hard weeks, this week is better, so there’s a bit of up/down/up/down going on with my emotions.
My grief/trauma counselor says that’s pretty normal. I’ve been seeing her since Dwight passed. I’m so glad to have reached out for that help, it has made a difference and given me a safety net for when things are really bad. I hope if anyone reading this is in a bad place, that you’ll consider reaching out, too.
The last seven months have been a fog and I’ve not been functioning with all pistons, which means I haven’t been expressing gratitude that I should have been, so I’ll do that now.
So many of you have sent messages and made supportive comments that have helped me. I know I’ve not been responding to a lot of them. After I’ve written a post, it’s fairly painful to keep up the conversation, but I do read everything that you write and it has brought me comfort, so I’m very appreciative for that. Thank you for the time, energy and love you have been sending my way. It truly helps. ❤️