On Your Birthday

Hello Kevin. Today would have been your 52nd birthday. We would probably be in LA visiting Lew and Jean like we did so many times on this day.

I still miss you, every day. Not a day passes that I don't think about you and our life together. And of course I feel sad, but I'm doing ok. I have more good days than bad ones. And I always feel that you're with me, as if you're watching over me, making sure that I'm ok. Making sure that I'm not alone.

And I am absolutely certain that you approve of the way I'm moving forward with life - you wouldn't have wanted me to give up, which easily could have happened. I'll always love you...and I'll always feel your presence in my life - how could I not?

On Traveling Solo

I just returned from a trip overseas. This was really the first time I've ever gone on a trip of more than a long weekend by myself, and it took some adjusting. But it really wasn't as bad as I was anticipating. And by "bad", I mean I was kind of expecting to feel crushing loneliness and overwhelming anxiety. Granted a couple of old friends met me at the destination (the trip was actually their idea) and we spent a lot of time together over the course of the week. But I was genuinely solo for a couple of days, and once I got used to it, I actually enjoyed the sense of freedom I felt. Baby steps...

Waking Up Crying

I've had  a few instances recently of waking up crying. I don't specifically remember whatever it was I was dreaming, but wake up extremely sad and anxious, to the point I am bawling my eyes out. 

Whenever this happens, it takes a few minutes to calm down and bring me back to myself. It's rather disturbing - I get anxious just writing about it, I'm afraid the feelings of sadness and hopelessness that I experience when it happens will return.

I have a feeling this will be happening to me for a while yet...maybe it's symptoms of PTSD setting in. Maybe I need to start seeing my therapist again - I really really don't want to do that, because therapy seems like such a chore to me.

On being alone

I find myself thinking a lot about being alone. It's a state in which I'm not yet entirely comfortable. I've been in a relationship pretty much my entire adult life so this is very new to me. I don't know how this is supposed to work. My mind tells me that I need to take time to learn who I am, get to know myself. But every part of my heart screams out that it doesn't want to be alone, and is afraid of waiting for fear that I'll miss out on someone special or that it will just plain be too late for me.

At the same time, if I try to imagine getting involved with someone new, being in a relationship right now would just feel wrong. There is someone I've been spending time with; I really, really enjoy his company and he's told me the feeling is mutual. We have great conversations; I always hate saying goodbye when we part ways. But he's made it clear he isn't looking for a relationship either.

The problem is that the more time we spend together, the more I want from him. I'm afraid to ask for more; I don't want to lose what we have. But at the same time, it doesn't feel like enough. I'm just so lonely and confused.

Lifting of burdens and spirits

I'm in a much better place than I was when I wrote the previous entry. I had a very nice holiday weekend with my in-laws. I gave notice at my job, which I wasn't enjoying. I'll be taking a break from working, to give me a chance to regroup and figure out what I want to be doing. I heard from my friend who had disappeared; he's ok, and while I'm sad that he has left Santa Fe, probably for good, I'm happy that he's alright and that he's gotten out of the very bad situation he was in.

I'm feeling gratitude and even contentment. I'm learning to live my life for myself, and not just to try and please others. I'm excited about what I have ahead of me, though a little scared at the same time. But that's not such a bad place to be.

Heavy burdens

As I've said before, 2017 seems to have it in for me. I found out earlier this week that a friend (not an extremely close friend, but rather a "close acquaintance") was found dead in his apartment over the weekend, an apparent suicide. Sadly, I was not really shocked nor surprised at the news, and I knew right away that it was likely that it was suicide, knowing how troubled he was.

This person was devastated when I told him the news about my husband a few months ago...and overly dramatic to the point that he was making my husband's death all about him. But that's just how he was. He could also be very charming when he wanted to be; he could be a pain in the ass too. But he was overall a good person, who did not deserve the pain and turmoil he was in which ultimately led to him taking his own life.

Additionally, I have another friend who just vanished a few weeks ago. Unfortunately, I don't even know where he lives, so I can't go look for him. He's in the US illegally, so it's possible that either someone turned him in or he got picked up for something and has been deported back to Honduras. As awful as that scenario is, there are others I can imagine that are much, much worse, so I hope that's what happened. I'll probably never know for sure. But it's been weighing heavily on my mind this week.

I honestly don't know where the strength I have right now is coming from. I think it's a product of the gratitude I feel every day when I remind myself of all that is good in my life. I'm surrounded by people who love me, I have (relatively) good health, I have the dogs, I don't want for anything (speaking materially), I have a roof over my head, I have a steady income...I could go on and on. I think making a list of things I'm grateful for is essential; otherwise I would probably be wallowing in self-pity most of the time. And that's a road I don't want to go down.

On anniversaries (and birthdays, etc.)

Two days ago was our wedding anniversary. I had been dreading that day, as if one arbitrary moment in time we humans feel necessary to mark is more significant than another. I'm an emotional wreck. I have been unable to think clearly or get through a day without crying this week. Yesterday I couldn't even get out of bed until later in the day than I care to admit. Today I've wanted to go home early from work several times just because I can't stop myself from bursting into tears at some random thought, and I'm embarrassed to be seen crying.

But in the midst of all the anger and pain, there have been a few bright moments of delight and contentment. For example, two nights ago two friends and I carried out a clandestine late-night operation to plant a very special rose - one that had been given to us as a wedding gift three years ago - in the park across the street where it will receive care in perpetuity. My husband would have approved of this with whole-hearted glee, something which brought me simultaneous tears and laughter.

Then last night, the simple act of watching TV brought me great comfort - it was me and both dogs all curled up on the sofa; the most perfect scenario with my family, all together. I don't have the words to describe the sense of contentment that visited me, when just for a moment my family felt almost complete even without him there.

I know there's plenty more Grief - with its brethren emotions Denial, Bargaining, Anger, Depression, and Acceptance - yet to come. And I don't know how I'll handle them, but as long as there are at least glimmers of Hope, Joy, Contentment, and Comfort mixed in, I know I'll be able to.