tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post5607373463605589169..comments2024-02-21T02:19:16.755-08:00Comments on Widow's Voice: Seven Widowed Voices Sharing Love, Loss, and Hope : Symbiotic ComfortingMichele Neff Hernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02356589209090780127noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-49272208717514778472013-03-05T20:57:07.230-08:002013-03-05T20:57:07.230-08:00It's as though the scary part comes along with...It's as though the scary part comes along with the exhilarating much more so lately for me. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-36771428718672043732013-03-05T20:55:56.101-08:002013-03-05T20:55:56.101-08:00Thank goodness for you. Really. I'm in this pl...Thank goodness for you. Really. I'm in this place emotionally where I need comfort. I need to hear others tell me it's going to be okay. I need to hear others say they've been there and they survived and I need to hear someone say that what I do matters. So thank YOU.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-10665367468956097112013-03-05T15:53:08.388-08:002013-03-05T15:53:08.388-08:00This is sooooo me . . . "My life right now fe...This is sooooo me . . . "My life right now feels a bit unsteady. It's as though it's on the cusp of something." <br /><br />I feel like I'm in limbo and something is going to tip me over the edge soon (hopefully, in a good way!), but I just can't see what it is right now. It's a little scary and exhilirating at once. <br /><br />Donnabogienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-37103992310162768022013-03-05T08:36:13.225-08:002013-03-05T08:36:13.225-08:00I am right there with all of you. Thank goodness ...I am right there with all of you. Thank goodness for this blog and Cassie's posts! I am NOT the only one..............Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-80589696621749192242013-03-04T13:00:48.275-08:002013-03-04T13:00:48.275-08:00YES! All of what you say!
YES! All of what you say!<br />Mjayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10497341946686034149noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-36558953052331991182013-03-04T08:20:01.157-08:002013-03-04T08:20:01.157-08:00Yes. I get this Cassie. 'Claiming' the wea...Yes. I get this Cassie. 'Claiming' the weakness for what it is rather than pushing it away. <br />I've been stubborn and self-sufficient all my life and the weakness & confusion caused by this loss & grief is frustrating to me at times.<br />I'm trying to learn to to embrace it for what it is. It's making me a different person and sometimes I don't always like what I'm seeing. Initially more compassion for others is now turning to indifference sometimes. (I just can't handle others pain and drama every time I turn around.)<br /><br />Anyway, recognizing the ebb & flow of emotions helps to ride it out. (Right now I'm in a shitty 'ebb', but I know the flow will come again.)<br /><br />And, like you, writing it down here or in a journal is comforting.<br /><br />Thanks.Valeriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04512708135377541004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-3325652686702061492013-03-04T08:05:59.150-08:002013-03-04T08:05:59.150-08:00That really is the struggle, isnt it? That there ...That really is the struggle, isnt it? That there isn't any respite now - it's all on our shoulders and we must comfort ourselves. I have wonderful, loving friends who would do anything for me, but ultimately there are parts of this journey that I must make alone. And, while I may lay down my burdens and rest as I must, there is no one to pick them up and carry them for a while. There is no one we can turn to who knows us that way, who we trust in that way to reassure us that we're on the right path and heading in the right direction. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-25858192622245703232013-03-04T07:44:24.249-08:002013-03-04T07:44:24.249-08:00I truly understand. And for the longest time, I h...I truly understand. And for the longest time, I have longed to be "held". Not like a girlfriend or a brother in law or one of my adult children can do. But I guess, for me, like only my husband could do. Held, really held so I can let it all out into his chest instead of my pillow. <br />I get "reassuring oneself" - that only goes so far. I long for someone that I trust - my husband - to tell me "its all going to be okay" with his hand on my knee like it used to be.<br />The longings lend themselves to the strong reminder of "what is not" and the now that I hate.Mjayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10497341946686034149noreply@blogger.com