I thought it would get better by now. Husband died 2-6 and I still can't sleep and must force

[KitFox]

46. Oh my dear Ziggysmom, My heart hurts for you as you are inching your way through this journey that was suddenly thrust

upon you. How I remember wanting to scream, “ If there is a light at the end of the tunnel, will someone please turn it on!” These first stretches of grief are double whammies taking both physical and mental tolls on your fragile self. Don’t look for something big; just get through the day; get through the night. Don’t hold back on those waves of ugly crying and sobbing. Your body needs that release. Eventually you will be able to expand your boundaries and little by little find your way forward. I lost my dear husband nine years ago and would be more than willing to be your sounding board and support. You can message me anytime. Sending you the gentlest of hugs dear heart. 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷