As I grieve for my husband Jim, who died on April 1st of this year, I recognize the pain and confusion that I hear in others comments. I feel this overwhelming loss each day.
It takes so much energy to plow through the emotions. No one could tell me this truth until I experienced it for myself.
This is a place where I can express some of those emotions that must be suppressed, avoided, or simply ignored, in most of my daily interactions. Thank you for being here. Thank you for speaking and listening. I need both, as I struggle daily with surviving this most intimate loss, along with the myriad of ramifications in each day.
So four months into this grieving process, I ask this question. Where is the line, or how do I recognize the line, between grieving and wallowing?
Have you experienced, found, or guessed at, this line? How much grief is healing?
Perhaps I'm just board with my own tearful outbursts. I don't want anyone to push me to "get over it." But I also want to heal and experience joy. I welcome your ideas.