Depressed, sad, angry, lonely and thin after losing my husband just 5 months earlier in this pic, my daughter and I decided to spend Christmas in Morocco, where we'd see NO Santas, nativities, decorations, nada. I was so grief stricken that I just bumbled thru the trip in a daze, and when a computer virus ate the pictures there was no chance of memories. Consequently I DO NOT REMEMBER ANYTHING about Morocco. BUT your spectacular posts have inspired me to revisit and discover its magnificence.
Each person has to experience their own grief and mourning - without anyone criticizing or evaluating their style or imposing their time frames and expectations. We do plod thru it and survive. Eventually my mind, body and spirit couldn't continue in such daily sadness, and I regained my joy through deliberate hardwork and time. Years later tho, I still can sob when triggered by certain Barry White or Earth, Wind and Fire songs, familiar men's colognes, or even seeing an "older" couple that has the privilege of growing old together. But that's just me and I'm okay with it.
If you're stuck and feeling unable to move along tho and your strategies aren't helping, consider seeking medical help.
I had a few strategies that helped ease my recovery which I'll share in my Stories between packing for Morocco.
What helped YOU heal and move on from a great loss? Your comment could be life changing for someone. Please share 💗 #widowlife #lifeafterloss #griefjourney
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