Grief - The Pity Party
(I'm the broken leg/broken heart/life widow.) I am almost 10 months through this "journey" of grief. Calling it a journey implies that there is a destination. So far that goal escapes me. I prefer to feel it as a new state of being - being alone...being sad...being afraid...being frustrated...being angry...just being everything I never was before. And here's where the pity party comes into play. I have a hard time feeling sorry for myself and yet daily that's a big part of my life. I had a wonderful husband who is now gone. Poor me. He loved me completely and now that love is gone. Poor me. I am so sad. Poor me. And on it goes. I am the only one who can look out for "me" so I wish I could shake this self pity. It's an extra burden of grief that I never expected. Any suggestions on how to take a new view of this "new life"? The pity party serves nothing positive and somehow tarnishes the happy memories I need to savor. I achingly miss him so much. Poor me.....