The First Year: A Widow’s Journey Through The Fog
They say time heals all wounds—but what the kind that shifts your soul forever? This post shares my raw, unfiltered journey through the first year of widowhood. The chaos, the silence, the parenting struggles, the holidays, the moments I broke down in parking lots—and the ones I rose from.
Shock & Survival Mode- This is what autopilot grief looks like. Funeral planning, paperwork, numbness.
The Loniless Hits- When everyone stops checking in, but the pain is still loud. The empty bed and the sleepless nights.
Parenting While Grieving- Showing up for the kids. Smiling through pain. Guilt and grace.
Trigger Season- Anniversaries, birthdays, and “would’ve beens”. Learning to breath through the landmines of grief.
The Quiet Becoming- Slowly rediscovering who I am. Therapy, travel, boxing, journaling. Reclaiming joy without guilt.
If you’re in the middle of your first year, you’re not alone in this. It’s okay to not be okay. And it’s also okay to start again, too.
—La 💙
