Are they baby steps or are they giant leaps? I am such a bag of mixed emotions. There are huge changes happening around me and here I am, almost paralyzed again. I miss my life. I miss my best friend. I miss being loved. I miss being “in love”.
I have to make critical decisions about my future and doing it without the guidance of my husband is brutal. Don’t get me wrong, I am quite capable of making decisions but I second guess myself at every turn. I’ve talked to some family and a few friends, and everything makes sense, but I can’t seem to move in the direction that I need to.
I read a lot of blogs, many of my friends write them and I generally shake my head and think, yes, thank you for articulating what my heart feels. Most of them write from the same depth of sorrow as me. I started this almost 18 months ago as a place of self-healing. Boy was I wrong. There is no healing from this. What I mean to say is that it is survivable, but healing is for illness. I’m not ill, but I guess you could say I’m heart-sick. I get so frustrated with myself. Deep wounds such as the one my husband had from his surgery that became infected, needed to heal from the inside out. I’m afraid I’ve covered my wound with a Band-Aid and it never healed from the inside first. Society reminds us that grief is a stage, not a place to stay. I’d most like to say to society right now, F-CK YOU. This hurts. Layer by layer my soul is being eaten away by this grief.
No, I have absolutely NOT lost my faith. I can’t wait to get to heaven – but I have to. People move on with their lives and here I am. What a miserable place to be. My doctor asked me recently if I thought I was depressed. I should have said, probably. I don’t believe I am clinically depressed but my life without him is depressing. It’s very difficult to look for a future when there really isn’t one that I can envision. I’m tired. I am tired of feeling like I am chained to a broken heart. I’m tired of thinking about what am I going to do? It’s exhausting. Right after my husband died, I slept very well. I surprised myself, even. But the last year or so have been awful for a full night sleep.
I hope my decisions for the future are ones that he will agree with. Because already, one of our future plans for me has changed but it’s like his death, out of my control. I know for sure, I am beyond sad. Many widowed bloggers talk about the second year being the most difficult. Today I know what they mean.
I have to say that I have always felt that writing my feelings down on paper was cleansing and since starting my husband’s CaringBridge® and sharing his illness and our thoughts and fears with people, I have continued to do that. I like reading blogs where there is hope and a realization that everything is going to be okay. I loved writing those types of updates – they were real, honest, raw feelings filled with hope. I don’t seem to be there at the moment though.
I want to move at a quicker pace and not stay stuck in these feelings. Despite our conversations, I know he would want me to be happy – I just don’t know what that looks like right now. I took a step in letting go. I deactivated his Facebook. It’s not like he could respond to anybody. It hurt. It was painful and I cried.