Oh, grief...it changes us forever. I keep telling myself that I am not moving on, but moving forward. My husband wouldn't want me to be unhappy the rest of my life. And so I try to see the beauty in life everyday for both him and me. And feel gratitude for the time we had together.
Brain dump. Just curious. Would you ever set out on an epic big bike pack journey if you knew it would never end? This thought that came to me as I read your post really freaks me out. The voice in the head is not real but why does it keep pushing us to do the same old thing over and over? Stay strong to experience all the things in life that we haven't yet done whatever that is :-)
This was a very powerful read, thank you for sharing. Commenting to add: your strength isn’t measured in pounds on the bar, it’s the courage to keep breathing when the lungs feel like they’re full of smoke. You’re not falling behind; you’re gathering altitude in ways a watch can’t track!
Yeah, kindness to ourselves is so often what's needed and so often what we are afraid to give ourselves.
I'm sorry. Bearing grief, witness to great love, is a heavy burden. But honestly, we can't have one without the other. So keep the good memories front of mind, and let yourself be what you need to be when you need to be it. Sounds silly, but it's all we have, really. Every day is a step closer to the day when grief lifts and life seems, easier.
I've hiked his road, I know where it goes. Have hope one day you'll find more reliable peace.
Oh, grief...it changes us forever. I keep telling myself that I am not moving on, but moving forward. My husband wouldn't want me to be unhappy the rest of my life. And so I try to see the beauty in life everyday for both him and me. And feel gratitude for the time we had together.
Brain dump. Just curious. Would you ever set out on an epic big bike pack journey if you knew it would never end? This thought that came to me as I read your post really freaks me out. The voice in the head is not real but why does it keep pushing us to do the same old thing over and over? Stay strong to experience all the things in life that we haven't yet done whatever that is :-)
This was a very powerful read, thank you for sharing. Commenting to add: your strength isn’t measured in pounds on the bar, it’s the courage to keep breathing when the lungs feel like they’re full of smoke. You’re not falling behind; you’re gathering altitude in ways a watch can’t track!
Yeah, kindness to ourselves is so often what's needed and so often what we are afraid to give ourselves.
I'm sorry. Bearing grief, witness to great love, is a heavy burden. But honestly, we can't have one without the other. So keep the good memories front of mind, and let yourself be what you need to be when you need to be it. Sounds silly, but it's all we have, really. Every day is a step closer to the day when grief lifts and life seems, easier.
I've hiked his road, I know where it goes. Have hope one day you'll find more reliable peace.
Keep pushing through. Seeing beautiful things and experiening beauty are different things but have faith you will get there in the end!
Love your final words of today Jill.Couldn't agree more.