I haven't known what to blog about these days. I don't always want my life to sound so sad and depressing but I do feel the need to blog.
I've come to find that everyone is there right when you lose someone, they gather around you and comfort you the best they can.
However, when months have passed they seem to disappear or just stop acknowledging the loss. It could be they don't want to bring it up because let's face it no one grieves the same. And really your world is the one that came crashing down that day and will never be the same. Their world,well their world, has been left pretty much untouched.
Speaking for myself, it almost makes me want to hide my grief. At times I feel ashamed, ashamed I haven't gotten through this process sooner.
When I see others who have lost a part of themselves and seem to be doing great it makes me feel incompetent. I think grieving would be easier if we just all took off our "masks" and let each other see what's under there. I know we would all learn a lot.
So for now, part of my blog will be about the real journey I am taking. It's not going to be depressing or wow is me posts. Just real honesty straight from my heart.
Who knows maybe someone will come by and think to themselves "Wow, I'm going through the same thing and it's just a normal part of grief."
"Healing is impossible loneliness;it is the opposite of loneliness. Conviviality is healing. To be healed we must come with all the other creatures to the feast of Creation."