Over the past 6 and a half years, I’ve learned that grief almost gets more complicated over time (as if grief could possibly be any more complicated). For me, holidays and special dates used to approach like an oncoming train: overwhelming, distracting, loud, anxiety-inducing, and …
I’m sure most of you have heard of PTSD, or post-traumatic stress disorder. Basically, it is anxiety caused by certain triggers, and it occurs in people who have been through or witnessed a life-changing event and have difficulty recovering from it. Before losing my husband, …
Grief is…weird. Anyone that has experienced grief likely knows that it’s not a linear process and it’s messy. It’s complicated and exhausting. With my most recent pregnancy loss, I didn’t have much time at all to process it. The chaos of the start of a …
As soon as the doctor said “He’s gone,” I got up from the hospital bed and ran to the hallway. I somehow found my way to the waiting room and made some phone calls to friends and family with the awful news. I’ve learned that …
Since the end of August 2015, when Sam was first hospitalized, I started understanding what unconditional love meant. Of course, I had always loved Sam, but in the months following his original diagnosis and observation, I loved him even deeper. I loved him knowing what …
If all you do today is get up and shower, that’s okay. If all you do today is wash a load of laundry, but leave it in the washer, that’s okay. If all you do today is step outside for some fresh air, that’s okay. …
When my husband passed away, I got a card from a psychiatrist that my family grew close to while we were basically living at the hospital. She wrote something that has stuck with me and still pops in my head from time to time. It …