What you don’t know about grief can fill a blog…

I wish grief was simple. I wish it was something you get over, like a cold, the flu, or even a break-up. But it is not. It is crazy, complicated, and chocked full of things you never knew, never wanted to know, and things no one prepares you for.

Things nobody admits or talks about…

  • Grief lasts a lifetime, you are never really over it, you just learn to live with it and work around it.
  • Grief causes physical pain, sometimes aches, sometimes illness, headaches, fatigue…
  • How much grief changes a you, as a person, you are never quite the same
  • Through grief, your perception of the world changes, and so do your priorities in life
  • Loneliness, or how alone you might feel in the day-to-day.
    • How many friends you may lose
    • How once close relationships may change
  • You may have to search to find the right person to listen
  • The “red tape” items that continue to pop up. Like old accounts, bills, registrations, etc. (my late husband still gets mail, it has been 8 years, and I have since moved from our old address)
  • The view of your relationship with your loved one, prior to losing your loved one, gets scrutinized, judged, and assumptions made.
  • How hard it is to shed your old life, to create something new or at least tolerable.

Re-building your life can be a challenge for anyone, even the strongest, most confident person. But rebuilding a life, while dealing with the unexpected, is undoubtedly more challenging and complicated than people understand. The way to do it?…one tiny step at a time. One small move in the right direction. Is it easy?…nope. Is it worth it?…YES! Ten fold. In order for your own inner peace and well-being…YES!

Published by jenr8ion widow

I am a mother of a teenager. I am a career woman. I am a remarried widow. I am struggling everyday to hold it all together, raise talented and gifted child, and come out a better person in the long run. This is a chronicle or rant of my journey. Many will judge, many will criticize, but not many can say they walked in my shoes.

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