I wanted to believe I was ok, but that from truth was very far away. I felt I deserved to stay in this pain, not realizing this was the wrong mind frame. I needed freedom to handle this anguish in my own way, instead of running astray. Once I escaped the ridicule of others telling me how to grieve I finally got some relief. I now could feel my pain and healing begin to gain. My journey hasn't been an easy one, and without the one above my life would be done. Over time my life has become easier to handle, and I no longer treat life like a gamble.
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maribeth baker
I am an inspirational recovery poet. I have 2 kids and an a former widow of 6 years and am now currently engaged to an amazing man that just so happens to have the same name as my late husband.
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Bartender
On the heels of grief, pain bears down hard. On the heels of death, pain awakens the quiet place between the end of our own life and now. Feeling anything is like seeing a film and in black and white, slow motion, all sound turned off. Just watching. Gritting teeth, awkward smiles and bloody red eyes move around, scanning the others who are feeling something I don't want to feel, but I do. Escapism is all I have ever known. ~
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