Husband died 12/23/14. I'm functioning but still feels like yesterday.
One of the most difficult things is that I don't have a safe place/person to just vent to about my sadness.
It is unfair to go to my sons all the time, my best friend doesn't know how to listen (she tries to analyze and fix things and drone on about what I should do) and I'm afraid that other family members are getting tired of hearing the same old thing.
I am still seeing a grief counselor once a month but sometimes I need more.
I’m new here...My husband of 51 years passed away in February 2018.Trying to find my way through all the fog. I just feel so alone.
It will be 9 years this November, yet I still cry, no sob. My heart is still broken, and I don't feel like I will ever reach the time when my heart smiles at the memories we made rather than breaks at the thought that he's gone. Everything reminds me of what I lost. Why can't I be grateful for what I was lucky enough to have? I feel alone, abandoned, cheated, angry. Is there something...