My Therapist
Eight months later, my therapist told me she was retiring. She actually said I was the patient she was dreading telling the most. This was obviously upsetting.
Browsing: The Widow Wears Pink
When We Watched Our Old Home Videos
“Stacy cries at a rough McDonalds commercial” My daughters and I recently had our old home videos transferred onto a flash drive and decided it was…
28 First Times For Widows
The “first times” of being a widow. The horrible, the wonderful, and everything in between. These were some of my firsts…
What A Real Influencer Looks Like
When Melissa was still a teenager, her mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. In true Melissa fashion, she got involved with Cycle for Survival when her mom was in remission.
Yes I Have A Tattoo
With a little encouragement from my daughter, I decided to get a tattoo. I chose four little hearts on my ankle, for the four of us, with one of the hearts in pink, to represent the new me.
Sometimes I Felt Replaced After My Husband Died
The day I let that car go was tough for me, and I know it was for our daughters as well. That car meant so much to my husband, and it felt like another piece of him was leaving us.
How I Learned That I Like Being Alone
I like being alone. There. I said it. I like being alone. I did not know this about myself until recently.
How Food Can Impact Grieving
My oldest daughter inherited her father’s love for food. I love to see that part of him in her.
You Don’t Look Gay
I was girly and I “looked straight” so I had to be straight. I had my first kiss, I would talk about the hottest celebrities with my friends, hangout with boys, and even “date” boys.
Why I Love My Antidepressants
Medication? I had never considered that before. My husband died – of course I was sad. That didn’t mean I was “depressed”. I was always a glass-half-full, easy-going kind of girl. I was not someone who took meds.