Holy Hannah. It's been a hot minute. How ya doin? Today I am officially one day older than D was when he died. I know it's a strange thing to find hovering around in my awareness this far into my AfterLoss journey, but here it is, just hanging out. A few years ago, … [Read more...] about One More Day
Healing
Don’t Be Invisible (Can You See Me Now?)
A Keeping It Real Post Baggage (v. 2) Heaving my suitcase onto the bed I drop it on the floor instead, Oops, I forgot it’s full of laments for my dead. Why did I pack the weight of grief and fear when all I want to do is be light and clear? Running away and starting … [Read more...] about Don’t Be Invisible (Can You See Me Now?)
Hidden Grief Triggers
A Keeping It Real Post Faithful Readers, I know, I've been AWOL. Here's what's been going on. Thank you for your love, support, and check-ins. XO, L Back in May, another Widow asked if my mom's cancer discovery was a trigger for me. It was an honest question, asked … [Read more...] about Hidden Grief Triggers
Widowhood, Pandemic, and Suicide
A Keeping It Real Post September is Suicide Prevention Month. I won't bore you with a rehash of the ugly details of this small chapter of my story, but feel free to dive into the archives if you're new. Short version: in the depths of my worst pain, fueled by pills and … [Read more...] about Widowhood, Pandemic, and Suicide
My Re-Birth Day
A Keeping It Real Post Last week, on D's deathiversary, I posted a photo on my social media and called it my Re-Birth Day. And while I don't feel the need to explain myself to the raised eyebrows, I want to. After D's first deathiversary, when I collapsed in a drunk, … [Read more...] about My Re-Birth Day
Year Four: Widowhood Is Still Teaching Me to Live My Best Life
A Keeping It Real Post Today marks four years since I began this unwilling journey called Widowhood. Four years? Really? It feels like both an eternity and a blink of an eye. And while things haven't turned out how I'd planned, it has been the best year ever. I'm getting … [Read more...] about Year Four: Widowhood Is Still Teaching Me to Live My Best Life