I wanted to write something from a widow’s perspective one year on. In the first weeks and months I searched online a lot to try and understand how long it would take me to feel better. The pain is so excruciating that you are desperate to find out from others how long they had to … Continue reading One year on: a widow’s perspective
On the long drive home from my father-in-law’s 90th birthday party in Shropshire (where I valiantly held it together for almost three days before collapsing into a puddle of tears), I listened to a podcast about recovering from grief. In it I learned that the famous “five stages of grief” model has been largely debunked. … Continue reading Despair
For many years my life felt relatively fixed and stable: home, job, family, mortgage, housework, regular trips to visit extended family; sleep, get up, repeat. Every few years something big would change: we’d move house, I’d change jobs, my company was sold and suddenly we had more money, but in general the rhythm of life … Continue reading Change
I thought the last of my sad blog posts might have been written, but then I hit rock bottom, or at least, rock bottom so far. Three months into my grief journey and things are getting worse, not better. I have patches of decent days; sometimes even good days, but then – out of nowhere … Continue reading Sorrow
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