I have been here a while.
I am alone.
I have learned to be okay with that.
Here, it feels warm.
Here, it feels safe.
Here, I can just be…
No worrying…
No crying…
No feeling…
No life.
I must find my courage.
I must break out of this shell of isolation,
And like a seed,
I must push out of the comfort of my own creation
And move toward the sun…
To places unknown.
~ Linda, January 2024
Losing someone is not easy, whether that loss is due to death or relationships deteriorating. Losing someone with whom you shared every aspect of your life and thought you would continue that for the rest of your life is even harder. Readjusting your vision for the future can feel overwhelming. Staring ahead at all the years in front of you, without that person by your side, can feel like an impossible path.
When Bruce died, I completely imploded. My world and everything I thought I knew about my life crumbled in an instant. For months, I wandered through my world in a fog. I did things out of muscle memory, but I wouldn’t call it living.
I was eating and breathing… sleeping and exercising… paying the bills and going to work… but that was it. There was no joy… no excitement… no hope. The only things I felt were sorrow and abandonment… grief and loneliness. Sadness became my constant companion.
I did all the things that were supposed to bring healing. I went to therapy. I went to support groups. I journaled. I expressed myself through poetry, art, and gardening. I created scrapbooks of our life together, including all of our correspondence through the years from emails to love notes to cards.
I did “all the things” that were supposed to help… And as I completed each one, I checked it off “the list”. Still, I struggled to move forward and actually start to live again.
Thankfully, Bruce left a wonderful legacy behind of spirituality and healthy self-love. For years, I have worked hard to follow the trail he blazed ahead of me. I started reading the books he read. I began listening to the speakers he admired… I started following his example of a morning meditation/grounding time… And after a while, things slowly… very slowly started to shift.
I still avoided crowds. I still didn’t want to seek out new friendships. I was still more comfortable alone. In an effort to never experience this kind of pain again, I stayed inside my own self-induced isolation. The solace I found there felt safe – lonely and not exciting – but safe.
This last year, though, I came to realize something new. While I may have needed this self-isolation in the beginning as I was trying to find my way through this hurt and grief, somewhere along the line, it became unhealthy.
Like a seed in the earth, I felt safe and warm in my own little space all by myself. There was a certain amount of growth and change (germination, if you will) that needed to happen there. However, I was not meant to stay there indefinitely. For life to continue, I had to push myself out of that comfort zone, toward the unknown. As I came to learn, when the timing was right, that journey… that push to the unknown landed me in the sunshine… nurtured by the love of my family and friends, I am flourishing and growing once again.
It hasn’t been all roses and sunshine. (See what I did there? Lol!) But I don’t regret a single step. This is life – the bad, the good, the boring, the exciting, the sadness, and the joy… All of it… Every crazy unknown step… After all, it takes both rain and sunshine for any of us to finally bloom and share the true beauty of our lives with the world around us.
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Grief changes us. This journey is not an easy path for anyone. That is why I share the mistakes I have made, as well as what I have felt and learned along the way. Even sharing our stories of love and life can be helpful on this journey. We know learning to function on this new path is hard, and it is easy to lose our way or forget that we don’t have to do it alone. I don’t think any of us chose to be here… I know I didn’t. Yet, this is where life has landed us for now… This is where we are. Our lives are now filled with challenges we never imagined and emotions that feel overwhelming at times. So often, I think I have it all figured out, only to find that isn’t true at all. Despite the years since Bruce passed, my life is still filled with challenges, as I am sure yours is too. Learning to take it one day/moment at a time is all any of us can do.
Thankfully, I know I am not alone… None of us are… We have each other. It is our love for those we have lost that brings us together into this space where we can share our experiences. I believe the sharing of our stories is so important… I believe it is healing. Do you have a story to tell? I believe we can find courage and strength in one another’s stories. I believe we can offer each other empathy when we open our hearts to one another. I don’t know about you, but it makes me feel better knowing there are others out there who understand what I mean, and what I feel. It’s nice to know I’m not alone… Maybe this strikes a chord with you too. We would all love to hear your thoughts or your story. If you would like to share your experience or if you need a helping hand or maybe a virtual hug, let us know. We are here for you.
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