What I enjoyed most at this high school reunion was talking to those who did not know that my husband died.
Author Stacy Feintuch
When something terrible happens, it is helpful when so many people step up and rally around the family. Having that support is so needed in the first few weeks.
The best thing to do for yourself is to live your life as happily as you can. This has taken me years to figure out. Letting things go is not the easiest thing to do, and being happy can be more difficult than it sounds.
I am lucky enough to have the best village in the world. I only hope that others are as lucky as I have been to have people in their lives that support them in hard times.
There it was, back again just like years before. A pit in my stomach and just sadness. But this time I was able to take a breath and compose myself a lot faster and easier.
In some ways I feel like this just happened – that it cannot possibly be the five years already. But in other ways it seems like a million years ago.
I googled the definition – “an emotional crisis of identity and self-confidence that can occur in early middle age”. Hmmmm I don’t think that’s me but who knows?
HOT yoga??? I wouldn’t only be afraid of falling down but also passing out! But something in me told me to give it a try.
What if I handle something incorrectly? What if I make the wrong decision? There will be no one to share the blame with. This is very stressful.
But the words “One Day at a Time” mean more to me than just a TV show. This is how I have learned to survive.