Everything Feels Impossible
Your husband died, and all of a sudden, everything feels impossible.
You’ve eaten take-out for months, you can’t sleep, and you’re constantly on the verge of some sort of spiral.
You’re still living in the live you built together, but no part of it is the same,
And you’re completely disoriented and displaced.
There are people all around you, but not a single one of them full yunderstands the horrors that you’re trying to survive…
✨Tell me if you can relate…
❌ You wonder if you’ll ever get out of this fog
that is consuming every bit of your existence.
❌ You’re tired of feeling completely alone,
even when there are people around.
❌ You have no idea where you belong anymore,
and every familiar place feels foreign.
❌ You’re anxious about the future,
because do you even have one anymore?
❌ Things you used to enjoy now feel meaningless,
and this feels like another cruel joke.
❌ You avoid fully participating in your life,
because isolating at home feels easier + safer.
❌ You have no idea who you are anymore,
because your identity was a “we” for so long.
❌ You’re numb to most of your life,
because without him, it just doesn’t matter.
❌ The longer it’s been, the more you feel
you’re losing him + is it possible to grieve grief?
👀I hate that I get I, but I do.
❤️🩹So do all of the resilient widows
I coach + speak with every week.
One of our group calls is on Mondays,
and it’s collectively become our favorite day
of the week because we get to be in the
room with each other — and we don’t have to
explain or justify anything.
😭WE JUST GET IT…
which means we’ve got each other.
Yesterday, one of them said,
“I don’t want this call to end.”
Me, neither.
It’s a safe space, a sanctuary.
🥹You don’t realize how good it feels to be
fully understood + seen until you are.
For many of us, it’s the missing link.
It’s the exhale we’re longing for.
It’s the support that makes the difference.
We’d love to welcome you.
With you + for you,
🖤Bethany
