Friday, February 20, 2026

Frustrating/ speaking my mind

Frustrating/ speaking my mind

     I know on this blog, I talk alot about missing Timmy.  How I am doing mentally, emotionally, physically and socially?  But what a lot of people don't talk about is all the struggles, you has as a widow.  You struggle with a lot & you tell no one about it.  It's like that Jelly Roll song, "I am not okay!"  

     First of all, when someone ask how you are doing?  Do want the short version or the long version?  The short version is that I am so-so.   The long version is - I have no down time- Caregiver of my mother in law, Mom & Dad.  Also, I have Kaleb.  I am working a full-time job and a part-time job (1/2 the year).  I am not a spring chicken.   I am mentally &physically falling apart. 

      Second of all, the emotional side. Lately I have been trying to change things by seeing a therapist.   It has worked.   But other days, its harder to express how I am feeling.   Sometimes I can talk to someone & I am good.  But it's the times when I can't find the words & I just want to sit by myself & just cry it out.  And when you break down, you have no one to console you.   Or to tell you that it is okay to cry, yell or beat the crap out of something.  


     Third of all, the mental side.  As many of you know my background- verbally bullied in school - which in turn being diagnosed with PTSD, anxiety and depression.  Currently added to the list- social anxiety, brain fog, widows fog.   Then you have to worry about the financial issues- are you going to have enough money to pay bills? Working your tail off paycheck to paycheck.  


     Fourth of all, the social side.  People invite you out to do things, but instead either you decline or they don't even follow through.   The reason you decline is because you don't physically want to go or you just want to be by yourself.   But you know you need to get out.   I have had a lot of plenty of people invite me out for a bite & I haven't heard from any of them again.





     Basically, what I am trying to say is.  If you don't know what to say to a widow or to do for them.  All you have to do is to show up.  Like I have said in the previous post/ blogs, I don't wish this on my worst nightmare.  






Saturday, January 31, 2026

22 months- I'm not okay!

 



22 months & I am not okay!


22 months-  95.595 weeks

22 months- 669.167 days

22 months- 16060.018 hours 

22 months- 9636011.056 minutes 

22 months- 57816063.4 seconds 





     22 months- People may say its not a long time.  But 22 months  is a long dang time.  It's hard to explain, what a toll it takes on someone emotional, mentally, socially and physically.   I would love to wake up from this really bad dream. 



     The emotional, mental, physical & social side of the grieving process for me.  Isn't the golden rule. "Do unto others, as you would have them do unto you!  I know almost everyone has gone through the grieving process in some form or fashion.   It's different for everyone.  It just frustrates me or irritates me.




     Most recently, I hate (harsh word I know) the way people comment to us as widows.  I have had so people say the Timmy, wouldn't like you this way.  Or people tell me, i don't like you this kind of mood.  Well, I'm sorry.   I am trying to change my attitude or change something that is going on inside of me.  


     Sometimes I feel like no one understands how I feel.  And I don't want to bug everyone about everything that I am going through in my head.   But who cares what Christy thinks or says.  So for me to explain, you might not understand.