I was 24-years-old when I was widowed. The worst day of my life was a cold Monday in February. My life changed completely. I also found that local support groups did not have anyone that could really relate to the type of loss I had experienced.
This blog is to share my experiences. First, I find that writing is very cathartic for me. I express myself better, have time to reflect, and process emotions better. Second, I found myself searching for people who had gone through the same thing that I had suffered through and came up mostly empty. Therefore, I hope that this blog helps others know that they’re not alone. Death, especially by suicide, is not only taboo in this culture but rarely spoken aloud. This is my attempt to speak loudly.