Widows & Widowers Support Group
This community is dedicated to those who have lost a husband, wife, or partner. Anything is open for discussion here, with the hope that we can focus on grief, bereavement, life after loss, and continuing on after a great loss.
I also am getting tired of being alone - and lonely. I do keep busy in my own way, I do help our local community projects,joined Lions Club and am active in those projects but when all is said and done you can only help others so much. Than its time to help you,
BUT I think there is nothing we can do any further....and its frustration of NOW WHY DO I DO?
Family is family, friends are friends, people are people, and those who do not get it never will I think. Sometimes I just feel I have to shrug them off...
Sorry you are having a tough time. Step back, step away from it all and go somewhere to see something goreous, beautiful and let serenity set in for a little bit.
HUGS HUGS HUGS
Nick is right, it is the question "what do i do now" that makes this feeling so much worse and causes the terrible anxiety. If you feel that you are not getting any better at all, it cannot hurt you to talk to a therapist. It is so worth the try to find a light at the end of this dark tunnel.
When God closed the window, He may have opened the door..but the hallway is very long and scary. Someone recently told me this and it is so fitting for all of us Love Ann
Yesterday was 2.8 years for me (I'd never thought of it that way) and from time to time anxiety and panic set in for me as well. So I understand where you are coming from. This new life has forced us into situations that we are unfamiliar with, but unfamiliarity is not new to me. What is new is that my most ardent suppporter is not here cheering me on, building up my self-confidence and courage, and no high fives for a job well done. So that unfamiliarity is very scary now and brings on my panic attacks. I did consult a counselor around the holidays because I just couldn't handle it any more. She gave me tools to help me get my big girl pants on and make the fit well and comfortable. She helped me to think outside the box I had closed in on myself.
As far as the "no financial worries" I have finally found myself being bold enough to offer to exchange places with those who think I have no worries. Amazingly enough, they are just not willing to do that.
One quote I take with me every day -- "Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying "I will try again tomorrow." (Radmacher) So maybe CA can just wait until another day.
Sending you lots of hugs and encouragement!
Cathy
I've talked to several of my widowed friends and we are all, or most of us, having bad times. They haven't stopped, just not as intense. I talked with a friend who is 6 years a widow. We sat and cried together, she telling me that it's not over, not better. She had just sold some of their things and their dog was dying, her last animal from their time together. It all hurts over and over.
I think we expect more than we should from ourselves and others only want it to go away so they don't need to think that we are needy. I had panic attacks last spring a year ago like a run away train, coming all day and most of the night. I had some big changes again in my life and it broke me - again. But with each day, I get stronger. I listen to inspirational CD's over and over that have made a very big difference in my life this year.
I read a book that has helped me with thinking that my husband is gone forever. It's a book about a small child who saw heaven when he was very very sick. It's called "Heaven is for Real". I've read many books but this one gave me comfort that I didn't find anywhere else. A very real picture in my head of what is waiting and who is waiting for me in Heaven. The one thing that helped me probably the most was the grandfather who knew the little boy was his great-grandson. He knew his family. I have 3 grandsons who were born since my husband died. It is wonderful to know that the ties are not broken by death.
The panic attacks are really bad. When they come, tell yourself over and over - I can do this. I've done it before and I can do it today. I WILL NOT LET THESE THINGS RUN MY LIFE! I found that most of the time when I got the attacks, what I really wanted to do was cry but felt that because of where I was, I couldn't. I still get moments of panic and probably will for the rest of my life. I wish there was some way to make them go away forever but with out my man who was the rock in my life, I expect to have them again. But we can do it!!!!
You are not crazy - you are still grieving. Many many hugs,
Kathy
And just so you know it's beautiful here in San Diego at the moment. Nice weather really does help the mood. Julia xx
I appreciate you sharing your heart---so often I think, we feel a need to put on a brave front----to not admit when it's too damn hard living this new life at times. You have added so much to me in the sharing you have done on this site. I know you have done a lot of work putting the spot light on what being a widow/widower means. And in working through your grief. I am in the midst of reading the Grief Recovery Handbook---I think you mentioned it in one of your posts and have thought about saving up to go to one of the seminars----I think it could be helpful-----Like you I am trying what ever supportive way to work through this pain. I am trying to learn how to live this new life.
I have been in this new normal for nearly 20 months now. My good times are happening more often, but the sadness in my heart is always present. I don't want to be only defined by being a "widow", but how can it not be a part of the tapestry of my life---what I experience and what I have had in my life is what gives the shape to my life. I also feel times of near panic and still times I just want to scream my heart out. It is so unsettling, but I know from experience, I will live through the uncomfortable episode.
I am sorry you are feeling this way for this time----and again, thanks for sharing and being open.
Love and Hugs,
Sallie