I feel a bit embarrassed to expose my whininess to the public.
There are many people with significant problems and mine are microscopic in comparison. But I have noticed that this time of year is brutal, with grief muscle memory coloring a lot of our experiences. Perhaps if I share some of our pain, others will feel less alone in their own private battles. Lest anyone worry about us too much, we are self-prescribing the things that grief experts suggest help one to get through the dark days.
Less sugar and white flour.
More sunshine and a bit of exercise.
More water, more water, more water.
Social time, for me, in the form of Bible study and a course up at the college.
Sharing my grief story with others instead of bottling it up inside.
Remembering sweet moments with Philip and the kids.
Finding opportunites to serve others who need help.
You may have your own grief issues. If not, I believe you probably know someone with significant loss. It is rather shocking how long pain can endure with the loss of a spouse or child. That doesn't mean we don't experience moments of true joy and pleasure. But the pain gets woven up into all the other experiences and brings a unique color to life. Please be patient with yourself and others if it seems like a person is hurting longer than you think they should. I have noticed that beauty is more beautiful to me, now that I know pain. And joy is even more rich, now that I know pain. There are treasures scattered all along the journey, but sometimes it takes wading through some deep waters to get to them.