I can make excuses over and over for all the reasons why I have not written anything lately. It has never been a secret that I write mainly when I am hurting or upset and really need to get things off my chest. I’ve been doing very well lately. I am happy.. all on my own. (With Alexa of course.)

I have been insanely busy with all my many endeavors and raising my daughter and enjoying life. The nice weather is here and it always makes me feel better. I love being busy… I live for it. I take on more and more all the time and though it becomes stressful at times, I wouldn’t change it at all.

I wrote a lot in the beginning of this crazy journey. I was in a dark place and my blog was my therapy, my slight glimpse of hope and happiness for the future…. My sanity hung on by a thread, and the blog strengthened that thread. I think it is a good thing that I don’t need it as much anymore.

I have recently turned 31. Scary right? It is… I really had a great birthday but will admit depression followed for a few days. I don’t know why a stupid number had me so down, and I started to write about it, but realized I needed to suck it up and deal! I’m not going to get younger, no one does.. get over it. I can look at my life and say that I am not where I “planned” to be at my age, but ya know, so many of us aren’t. Just because life is not what I pictured, does not mean it is not a beautiful picture anyway. Besides all the leftover trauma and being alone (blah blah blah) life is pretty awesome.

So…. the real topic for tonight. My favorite show killed off one of my favorite characters making my other favorite character join the widow club. I, of course, cried… Like many Grey’s lovers probably did as well. But the one thing that really stood out to me was the realism. I find that in every show when a woman finds out her husband has died (this seems to happen a lot on tv) they fall into hysteria instantly. There is instant screaming and crying and over the top reactions. That makes sense when you imagine what it must be like… But as a woman who has experienced this, it’s not. I was calm, shocked, matter of fact and numb. Tears were impossible to produce, even if I tried…. It struck me tonight when Meredith acted exactly the same way. Now, I know she is not real… so someone did their homework when writing this episode. Seeing her this way hurt.. And I felt that she was real. I felt myself thinking about what the next few hours, days, weeks of her life would be like. I felt like my “friend” joined my world. In one moment, she lost her husband and the father of her children…Just…Like…Me.

I’m anxious to see what “life” has in store for her… So of course I’m looking forward to next Thursday’s episode. It may be too much. It may hurt to watch her walk a similar path to mine. And though she is not real, I hurt for her. Though it may dredge up old feelings, I won’t run away. I will watch and I will cry “with her.”

Nothing can touch me

So I’m feeling really good…

That being said… I put almost half of the weight I lost back on in the past year. I’ve always struggled with my weight but here I am determined again. I was feeling down, rejected and just bad about myself and needed to do something about it. I’m now already just a few pounds shy of back to my lowest and hope to push it further. I really really despise exercise but ya know what? When it’s all said and done, I feel great. I’m in a better mood and frame of mind. I have more energy and I’m less tired and I’m proud of myself. I always like feeling like I look good too … But what girl doesn’t?

I’m almost one month smoke free… Many of you know how much of a sore subject that is… I started smoking again the day Alex died and though I tried a few times over the past couple years, I never really put my all into it and made it happen. This time I’m doing it with no real incentive other than for myself. I’ve always known you can only quit when YOU want to and not for anyone else…. And I want to.

I have officially signed up to walk 18 miles overnight for suicide prevention. When this journey started, I could not even finish a 5K. It may take some time and effort but I know that I can and will do it! I will do it for Alex.
I have many failures in life (don’t we all?) but every one brings new knowledge… I’m still a strong, successful woman in so many ways.

I heard a song today that has always
been inspirational to me. I don’t really know why… I know that the true meaning of the song is different than my interpretation but I will end with:
“I am falling and if I let myself go I’m the only one to blame! I’m safe up high… Nothing can touch me!”



Nurture or Nature

Something to ponder… The age old question of nurture/nature. Are we a product of breeding or a product of our environment?
For me, I was raised by parents who have been together since teenage years and still are together… They were raised by parents who were together since teenage years and are either still together or were until one passed away at an elderly age. To me, that’s normal. That’s what I grew up expecting life to be.
My marriage wasn’t perfect but really whose is? There is no such thing as a perfect person so how could there be a perfect couple? No matter what was happening, I thought love could conquer all and we would be fine. I don’t believe in giving up easily or for no real reason, once committed to someone. I knew what I was doing getting married and planned for it to be forever. The universe had other plans for me…
I’m not good at this. Dating makes no sense to me. I’m missing the “date around and flirt gene.” I only know commitment. Product of environment? Maybe….
What about Alexa? What is she growing up seeing? How is this going to affect her future? I never wanted my child to grow up without a father and even more I don’t want her growing up seeing different men in and out of my life. As much as I would like to think things don’t affect her yet, they do. Her father chose to die and the first man in our life, since him, chose to leave us too… How do I even begin to explain and repair that damage?
I want her to grow up knowing how strong her mommy is and how hard I work to give her everything she deserves. I can be a mom and a dad and everything she needs. But I don’t want her adult life to be like mine. Maybe it’s my environment… But just because we can live life alone, doesn’t mean we are meant to.

A good man

Alex did some really shitty stuff sometimes. He wasn’t perfect and made mistakes. He tried his best and sometimes failed. He hurt me in a way that I will never fully recover from…
However, he loved me with all that he had. He wanted me and wanted to be with me. He created a life with me with no doubts. He was thrilled to marry me. He reminded me that he loved me and looked forward to the time we spent together. He appreciated who I am and what I’ve done for him. He tried to give me everything I ever wanted, even when sometimes he couldn’t. I truly believe his suicide was an attempt to make MY life better.. He told me that himself….
I always felt that he was looking down cheering me on. I believed that he was going to work some magic from the other side and “fix” what he did. I accept that the choices I make (as well as others around me) are beyond his control, but I still ask that he lead me. Each day I wonder the meaning and reason behind things that have happened. I wish he could answer that for me.
I have never been good with the unknown… I want to fast forward life and see where it ends up, just to know everything will be okay. But I can’t… So for now… I have to relax and enjoy the ride.


It’s interesting to me how over the last few days, so many people have come to me with their thoughts and praise. I’ve been repeatedly told how strong I am as I have heard many times before. I AM a strong person and I can make it on my own… That doesn’t mean I’m not hurting though.
I was told that I always give the best advice in these situations and now I need to take that advice… Hmm.. What advice do I have for myself right now? You can always see things more clearly when you’re on the outside… Well, life is unfair. Sometimes the people you love don’t love you back. You can put your all into something and be the best you can and it’s still not enough. You live and you learn. Someday, the pain will be replaced with happy memories. Pick yourself up, brush yourself off, and have some fun. You only live once so enjoy it. For a long time, I had myself convinced that I was crazy and just seeing things because of my past. I should trust my instincts (and not my heart.) All in all… Everything is okay in the end… If it’s not okay… It’s not the end.
I’m finding it very difficult to not blame Alex… If he weren’t gone, I wouldn’t be in this situation. I know this wasn’t my fault and it’s so hard not to place blame elsewhere.
Again I am so lucky to have my little girl. I’m not sure how much she understands, but she knows I’m upset. She’s the best thing I could ever ask for and even now tells me to “just keep swimming…”

How did I get here?

How did I get here? Here I am again, almost 31 years old and single… It wasn’t supposed to be that way. I got married somewhat young and that was supposed to be it. We had nothing and built a life together. I couldn’t imagine loving again after him yet I did. I thought I was so lucky to find someone who could deal with my past and wanted to start a new life with me. It turns out, through no fault of my own, love wasn’t enough and I’m left shattered and alone, again with no control over the situation. I can’t help but wonder what is wrong with me and what have I done to deserve to be unhappy.
I’ve been through much worse and I survived…. I will be just fine. Though I lost another part of my heart and soul (two parts this time)and a year of my life wasted.

2 years and a new year

Some days I really think you are a piece of shit for doing this to me… Especially on a holiday. What a low blow dirty move! Ruin the life I had and every New Years to come, even after I’ve rebuilt my life. Yesterday was one of those days.
Then, of course, I come to my senses and realize all the stuff I’ve been fighting for. You made a mistake in a dark moment. You were sick and in pain and couldn’t see what you were doing to the people around you and blah blah blah.
I’ve been doing well and living life and am not a mess anymore, so somehow I convinced myself that yesterday would be the same. “I’ll be fine!” Well yes and no.
I purposely spent the night away from home as not to wake up in my house. I feared it would be too similar to that day. I got up and got ready for work and Alexa ready for daycare. I was fine…. Until I backed out of the driveway. Then.. I lost it. I cried and cried bringing Alexa into daycare and through the Dunkin drive thru. I don’t even really know why. I decided I should stop, take a break and calm myself with a smoke (I know not the healthiest choice but my choice nonetheless.) At that point, it became apparent that I had no lighter. I had somewhat calmed myself down and realized I still had some time, so I ran into the grocery store, grabbed a lighter, and got in the only line open. The woman in front of me had a decent amount of items but what was I to do? She then picks up another item and asks for the price, upon hearing the price, she decides she doesn’t want it. Ok so I’m waiting and waiting when the cashier realizes the price was wrong. She picks up the item again (a window candle) and finds that it really is on clearance. The woman gets excited and runs back for more. She’s digging and digging and counting and counting and announces “well I have 41 windows in my house!”
O..M…G! I ask if there’s another register open, nope. I ask if I can go to customer service… Nope. I ask if I can just have a pack of matches… Nope.
They slowly begin unpacking the box and one by one swiping and discounting them. I was so frustrated by this point that I burst into tears…
Yup… Really, I did.
Finally, they opened another register for me and after 14 minutes, I left with my lighter. Thankfully, that was the worst part of my day.
I got through the work day okay and had a pretty decent night overall…. I was asleep by 11pm
Each year gets a little better. I’m so thankful for all who were there for me, checked in on me, and distracted me.
Yet I’m shocked at those who seemed to have forgotten…
Happy New Year… I’m looking forward to what 2015 has to bring.


Here we are. It’s December again and people are wondering and asking how I am doing with it all. I know the dreaded date is coming and I’m worried how I will handle it this year. I’m not going on vacation this year but still plan on hiding away from my house for a few days. I am working on NYE and worry about it feeling too similar to that day. That’s what I did.. Got up, went to work, came home, and then it all happened.
Last year I made a special meal and honored him. This year, I’m tempted to use the phrase “I’m over it…” Not to say I’m over what happened but how many times do I put myself through the agony of a memorial? This year, I want it to just be New Years. I know that is not logical and it will never be “just New Years” but there is more happiness this year than the past two.
When it comes to Alex, I’ve been in the anger zone a lot lately and I don’t really feel like thinking about all of this. Mean? Maybe. But there comes a point when it’s old and annoying. I don’t want my life to revolve around this. I’ve rebuilt my life and I’m happy, yet I will forever have this major bump in the road, major mark on my soul and major dent in my sanity. I don’t want it, and I didn’t deserve it but it is what it is.
The time is coming closer and closer to having to do some explaining to Alexa. She is clearly confused about what a dad is and who her dad is and what a family consists of. How much does a 2 year old understand and how much do I fight her on knowing the truth? Truth is, I’m not so sure anymore. Alex will always be her father but he’s not the one raising her… I am.
Recently someone told me that they wished we could have Alex back for a day. This really got me thinking because, now, at this point in my life, I don’t want that. I have nothing left to say. And feel like my wounds are slowly healing, why would I want to open them again?
I’ve lived my life and raised my daughter without him for almost two years now. I think I’ve done a pretty good job. I’m starting to understand letting go of the past and moving forward…..

Happy Thanksgiving

Happy thanksgiving to all of my readers. I really do have a lot to be thankful for this year and I hope you all do too. Today, I hosted a Thanksgiving breakfast and then went to work. It’s somewhat sad to miss out on the traditional family dinner, but I work it every year and it really doesn’t bother me anymore. We eat, spend time with co-workers we love, and save animals. What’s not to like? The day is over and I’m so happy to have gotten home in time to put my little girl to bed. Now I’m alone, exhausted, eating eggs and drinking coffee haha!
I attempted to start listing each day what I was thankful for but I’m a slacker and did not follow through. The majority of people probably have similar things on their list, but I’m going to go for it anyway!
1. I am unbelievably thankful for my amazing daughter. She makes me smile and laugh every day. It’s not an easy job, but it is the best job in the world.
2. My friends and family. So many of you have been there with me, through my worst days and my best days, holding me up and cheering me on. I wouldn’t be where I am without you.
3. My “other half.” I never really liked the word “boyfriend.” I don’t know why.. But other half is starting to sound cool. I know, I’m weird. Starting a new life has been tough and I come with a lot of baggage… I’m so thankful to have someone who wants to unpack that baggage with me.. Hahaha cheesy I know… But I heard that phrase somewhere and liked it. I’m thankful for everyone in his life that has accepted Alexa and me. I am thankful for the relationship I am building with his child and the one he is building with mine.
4. My jobs. I am thankful not only for the fact that they pay my bills, but that I enjoy them. Ok not every minute of the day, but I am doing multiple things that I love.
5. I am thankful for the progress that I’ve made. I may be a work in progress, but I have overcome something I never imagined I would have to.
6. I will always be thankful for the time I had with Alex. Life is so different now, but no matter what happened in the end, I’m thankful for the rest of it.
7. Life is never perfect, but I’m thankful for all that I have.
8. I am so thankful for coffee and the fact that Dunkin was open today.
9. My crazy pets… Need I say more?
10. I am thankful to be alive
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone out there and my angel on the other side.


Baby it’s cold outside

I have always been open about the fact that since Alex’s death, I have gone on and off antidepressants for various reasons. I recently stopped my second one due to unwanted side effects…. Weight gain among other (more annoying) things. I knew it was helping, and I was doing very well, however I couldn’t stand the side effects enough to continue it. I have now been noticing my mood changing… I have also been told in the past that I have seasonal affective disorder. Basically the winter blues. I know this, and I’ve written in the past that I don’t really know if it is the cold, the darkness or exactly what… But I am certainly down in the winter. This is compounded by the fact that again, we are coming up on the holidays and my “sadiversary.” Again, this time two years ago, I was unknowingly leading up to the end of my life with Alex. I feel it already… I’m cranky.. Things that bother me shouldn’t. I’m tired. I started to become indifferent to things about Alex that bothered me…
More tolerant I guess. These things were stressing me out again.
Don’t get me wrong, I still have a happy life and a lot to be thankful for but something is dragging me down.
I hadn’t been to counseling in a while and realized that maybe that was a good idea, and it was time for a discussion with my doctor about changing to yet another medication. It was nice to go to therapy and discuss everything that has gone on over the past few months. My friends call my life a soap opera though, at this point, I find it rather “normal” and simple. I plan to go regularly again and have made another appointment for next month.
My doctor was open to changing my medication. He is happy to keep tweaking what we have to to get it right. He thinks that is the best thing for me.
I started reading the insert that came in the package… (Am I the only one who does this?) and I noticed a few things. Clearly it is for depression… But especially for seasonal affective disorder… Ooh nice. It has helped people quit smoking… And man I’m a big fat failure in that department… It is not known to cause weight gain and can even cause weight loss… Cool!
And then came the point of this blog post…
“Tell your doctor if you or a family member has a history of bipolar disorder or suicidal thoughts or attempts.”
Alexa is going to have to “check that box” for the rest of her life. Like a scarlet letter… she will forever be overshadowed as having mental illness / suicide genetically stamped on her from father. I’m not saying that to be disrespectful of him. He was a wonderful man and that is just ONE small part of his story. But she has to live with that forever… That will always be hard for me.

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