Bad days – we all have them. One day everything is fine and the next everything looks grey and sad. The good news is that pain, while soul-crushing, is manageable. The pain can steal my peace but it does leave behind experience. This experience is more valuable then gold because it is what armors me against the emptiness and gives me the capability to help other widows.
If you’re fortunate enough to give someone else some disaster relief, it is a beautiful thing. I’m a firm believer in the power of distraction and it’s cure for loneliness and frustration.
Please accept my occasional mood swings and irritation when people say “This too shall pass”. ”Buck up”. ”You will find someone else”. ”It’s time to move on”. People need to mourn their losses their own way and memories need to be honored.
Sometimes we just need to be sad and to be listened to – a hug wouldn’t hurt either. You can’t make it better because it is what it is. We can’t fix everything and sometimes life just isn’t fair. But through all this I have friends and family that I love and who love me.
My bad days are fewer as the years go on, but they are still part of my own journey.
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