by Getupngo » Tue Jan 03, 2012 1:21 pm
Michelle, when my husband died I was afraid of everything. I had security doors installed on my house. I was also afraid because my brain was so muddled ... I couldn't function very well and that was scary. Life felt so out of control.
I think a lot of feelings are irrational anyway. When my dad died, I felt less safe, because my daddy wasn't around to protect me. But he hadn't protected me for a long time and died with Alzheimer's.
My advice? Learn to laugh at the crazy. Laughter was so important to me. The morning after the night my husband was killed, I knew the world was going to descend on my cluttered, dirty house. So I called my friend, Liz, and she came over and helped me to (as my mother used to say) "take the curse off it."
So there we were, cleaning away, and I started to laugh. Liz turned and looked at me, her mouth open. I continued laughing, gasping at the insanity of it all. "This is the domestic version of that old saying, 'Make sure you wear clean underwear in case you have an accident,'" I said, and we both doubled over in laughter.
So, no, you are not an idiot ... it's really normal stuff. Hugs.
PS: I responded before I read the other posts, and then I remembered something. Jim and I were whitewater river rats. I had gone on river trips without him several times, so thought nothing of it when I went on a river trip after he died. But I was TERRIFIED through the whole trip. He wasn't there to pull me out of the water if I capsized (although there were others who would). It was irrational. And hard.
I think part of it was the feeling of mortality. My Jim -- who always seemed bigger than life -- had died. How could I be safe? It took a while to get past that.
Janice traveling solo in a 2008 Four Winds Windsport
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