Idle thoughts because I feel like shit and can’t summon up the energy to form a full sentence~
Being sick sucks.
Being sick while widowed sucks bigger.
It adds to the sense of aloneness.
Even when it’s only a head cold, but the exhaustion of living years without your person sets in at the same time and it becomes bigger than it is.
It makes me wonder what old age will feel like now, going through it alone.
How do you fix silence when the silence comes from the emptiness within your heart?
How often have you heard the word brave and courageous to describe what you’re doing since your person died? And yet, how often have you actually felt brave as you live this life without him/her?
Do you feel brave?
Or is it just that there is no other choice other than to continue living, whatever that means for any of us.
It’s the heaviness of it, you know. The weight that descended upon my body when Chuck died. It’s constant.
I guess that’s why I’m always so tired. Carrying that weight, you know.
No matter what I do, that weight never seems to go away.
A dear widow sister told me at one point it doesn’t change. We just get stronger to carry it. That makes sense to me.
So I need to get stronger, physically.
Right now, I feel like shit, though, with this head cold. So I guess I’ll get stronger later.
