After the death of my husband and I are enclosed in an emotional shell. A hard shell cocoon, nothing's untouchable. I wanted to be numb, I wanted to be left alone. Many days my self-imposed prison made me want to be loved by someone. Some days I lived and breathed in memory. God kept me breathing when perhaps I took for granted. And 'sank in the morning when I woke up and wondered what to do with the rest of my life. I decided I probably had another forty years to go. Where do I go from here?
I heard an overwhelming lack of interest in life and in life. I had three boys, so I put one foot before the other and took care of things they should do. My children are my first priority. I was and am so lucky to have them. Yet, I felt bad that they lost their father. My youngest was ten, and I just wanted a few days retreat and hide in a corner of sadness. But I have not. I decided, subconsciously, my children need me to be straight and unbroken then I needed to deformation.
I avoided people sometimes because I want to talk about and, therefore, deal with my pain. I no longer knew who I was, now that I was alone. And I felt very lonely and isolated even from family. Isolation myself, I just wanted to be left alone. Sometimes others do not know what to say. It 's just the way it was.
I read with gratitude cards and letters to friends and family. Many of them wrote about what my husband meant to them, and expressed their sorrow for his death. Those were the letters that meant so much.
I felt awkward acquaintances with my pain, but there was nothing I could do beyond trying to alleviate their discomfort with my sense of caring.
Gradually I grew into my life, a new life where I won a place for me. Over time, I grew to enjoy life again. Some days when I thought I had progressed so far, I would suddenly go into a depressive state of mind. I hated when that happened and I think tried to analyze why it happened, but some days it just came naturally and pulled me down.
About three and a half years after my husband passed, I began to feel a significant relief of my mind, as if I suddenly found new purpose in my life. I made some updates and had reached the point where I decided to allow myself not to meet men who were not in the same mental space and emotional like me.
In four years, I knew I had made for myself this long, I will continue to be only until the right partner has arrived. No more running into dead end relationships. My writing career has taken new life, giving me a sense of purpose once more. I really started to enjoy my life as I developed new friends and tries to work interesting.
Just the lament in me protested that my situation has become quiet and almost content. Somehow, I missed some steps in recent years and made my life mine. I'm proud of myself that I went and where I go. It 'was an interesting and totally unpredictable journey, a journey I expect to improve every day.
Elaine Williams copyright 2008