Navigating Another Birthday

At the beginning of this journey after losing my spouse, I was unable to cope with my feelings. At all. Unable to feel the correct feelings or over feeling seemed to last longer than I expected. In 2020 my husband left just before my birthday. I had a few friends and family message me “happy birthday” with very unforeseen consequences for them and me. This lovingly sent message unleashed something terrifying inside me. I still don’t know exactly what it was but the closest I can come to describing it was rage.

I hit back and I hit back hard. As I’ve said before, I make no apologies for what I felt, what I feel, and how I express myself when it comes to my grief. This year has been a little different. As I watch these same friends and family tip toe around my birthday today, they still don’t know where I am or how I will react. The sting is gone. Now only a deep sadness remains. Sure I’m having a birthday, I’m one year older. I’ll celebrate with a piece of cake later and probably a drink. I’ve come much further than I could ever have imagined just two years ago. But what does that mean?

This is Where I am Now

I’m certainly not over this huge loss and trauma I’ve experienced. I’m reminded of that every time I have a panic attack, or my PTSD rears it’s head with a grip so tight it paralyzes me. Am I becoming normalized to this new existence? I believe so. Isn’t that what time does though? It normalizes us by subjecting us to the pain and constant bombardment of the terrible things so we can wake up, expect it and still move through our lives. At least that’s what it seems.

So today was another revelation that I just may be able to look forward to a time with a little less pain. Maybe a little less disfunction. And just possibly a little hope and dare I say, a brief little bit of happiness.

Again, thanks for reading my ramblings. Love you all xxooC