Cling? Cling to what? Life, love, family, friends?
Over the past 14 months I have clung to a lot of things including all of the above. When I think of the word Cling, used to, I would shy away from it. I am not a touchy feely kind of person, ask anyone who knows me. I also wasn’t one that needed anyone to help me with anything. I did’t like asking for help at all (no comments from any of the peanut gallery out there who know me personally). Continue reading “Daily Prompt: Cling”
So last weekend, like I posted earlier this week, Krissie and I flew on Thursday evening from New Orleans to Dallas. Not a long flight, but one that we could see how Krissie would do. Continue reading “Krissie and Planes…..A NO GO for Lift Off!”
I have tried to put into words for a year now what I want people who haven’t lost children to know about me now. Melanie over at The Life I didn’t Choose put my words together perfectly in her blog called Bereaved Parent’s Wish List. I asked her permission to post here. So my post today is short, but please go read Melanie’s blog as it is perfectly written.
I suggest following her as well. She has been such a blessing to me over the past months that she will never know her impact on my life.
As always, Melanie, you write what I can’t and make me know I am not alone on this battle field of grief.
Thanks for all you do for me.
I read I Don’t Know How I’m Doing from The Life I Didn’t Choose’s Blog and it hit me that the past weekend began our last set of “firsts” before the accident. Before my baby went home to Jesus. Continue reading “The Beginning of the “last” set of “firsts”….”
Since the loss of Big Bubby, I have struggled with high anxiety. Riding in cars in rush hour traffic or late at night when other drivers might be falling asleep or drunk cause me to stress whereas I have never been that way in the past. I have always had high stress jobs where deadlines were basically in stone due to US government regulations.
Continue reading “Anxiety X 100%”
No one ever gets up one morning as says “Today, I want to stay in my grief and not ever find a way out”, well some might, but that’s not me. The hardest thing I have faced over the last nine months is learning I am not as strong as I thought I was before losing Big Bubby. I can’t always just push aside thoughts and feelings and go on with my life. For those who know me best, you relate to what I am talking about.
Continue reading “Grief and the Grieving…..”
Two words that I would have never described as myself being diagnosed with before Big Bubby. Now, they both exist in my world on a daily basis. A lot of bereaved parents where I have read on Facebook sites or in my book reading I have done recently stated that they didn’t want any drug intervention they wanted to face it head on without help. For me, I have compared it to giving child birth. Some of us want drugs, some of us want to feel every bit of the pain that comes with your child being born. Continue reading “Depression and Anxiety”