Jimmy’s Story
One blistering-cold Wisconsin winter morning, my therapist brought up the idea of survivor’s guilt. I had told her about the dreams I…
My first holiday season as a widow was one filled with one conflicting emotion after another. That Thanksgiving was…
Chapter 13
I remember the night of my husband’s death, and laying in bed wondering if I would ever be happy again. The very thought seemed callous and cold, but all I knew is that I would not be able to survive living the way I felt that day.
They say in the five stages of grief there is Denial, Anger, Depression, and Acceptance. Many argue that these stages aren’t isolated but rather overlap and some even…