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I am writing while still in the struggle, and the daily storms and grief are sure to continue.
https://stormsandstills.com

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I am writing while still in the struggle, and the daily storms and grief are sure to continue.
https://stormsandstills.com

Keywords: death , grief , grieving , jenr8ionwidow , widow , widower
I think that maybe my impatience and critical thinking come from a place of helplessness. I, even with my what I have learned, what many of us have learned, cannot make their pain go away. I can only impart my experiences and hope that maybe something I say can be relatable. If you can relate to any part of my story, maybe you can also relate to what I have learned.
https://jenr8ion.com/2022/01/11/too-many-support-groups

Keywords: Stories of my life – some , coping , grief journey , joy , loss
The “me” in this photo is almost the “me” before my parents died. This “me” is the one who almost always had an inner joy. Even on the darkest day, this “me” could talk myself out of despair. The current me is “walking a narrow path through the loss………taking sips of sorrow…..” as Julia Alvarez says in her beautiful novel Afterlife.
https://what-mama-thinks.com/2021/11/20/a-place-where-i-want-to-be

Keywords: at home , anxiety , depression , grief , widow
For a long time, I was better. Maybe it was the counseling. Or the meds. Or the cocoon of safety my family provided me. Maybe it was the daily run in the middle of summer in Texas, when the heat lanced all feelings straight from the wound. Maybe it was the job I couldn’t wait to start. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter because I was better.
better – Michelle Underwood (michbelleunderwood.com)