welcome to the life of a 25 year old widow (now 28)…

This is my story, NOT “my journey” as those on the outside like to describe it. Journey is a shitty band from the 80’s – not my lifelong coexistence with grief. To paraphrase Charles Bukowski , my highs are high but my lows are more frequent… and by “highs” I obviously mean deeper lows. I mean – some highs get in – but they are usually in the form of self destruction – from one night stands to weeks stranded in foreign countries, I have ticked all the boxes for “unstable”, but if you are a widow (especially a young widow) you know there is no rule book or guide on how to navigate this shit. We are firmly planted in mid air and waist deep in shit. I tell all the ugly sides of my widowhood so you feel like someone else knows how you do. I DO! So – please read my “about me” for more information and check out my “blog posts” that travel in and out of time like our widow brains like to do – oh yeah, did I mention? … it is okay to not be okay (also the title of one of the only good (applicable) books on grief for our age group). I am glad you are here. Like the jews say – an abnormal response to an abnormal situation is normal. I got you, kid. Someone out there cares, let it be me.