Welcome to the Unwed Widow.

‍ ‍Here we grieve again.

This space exists for all aspects of grief—the common and uncommon. The stories, sadness, stress, shock, the fog, sometimes laughter, happiness, and relief. But also, the remembrance, the spiritual side, signs, symbols, visitor dreams, and the rituals we create to get us through.

Throughout my life, I have learned that grief is universal, but also deeply personal. I will share my stories of grief, experiences within it, and what I have learned along the way—and would love to hear yours too.

This is not a space to rush through grief to get to the positives. Grief has no time limits. It stays with us. Over time, we build our “grief muscle,” and it becomes a little less heavy to carry, although it’s never gone. In time, memories may bring more smiles and fewer tears.

This is a place for anyone who has experienced loss—who is grieving, has grieved, or is supporting someone who is.

I have known grief in many forms—the slow, drawn-out goodbye of hospice care, and the sudden, disorienting shock of unexpected loss. Most recently, I lost my life partner. In the aftermath, I searched for a place where I belonged, but I could not find one. My grief did not fit the traditional mold. I was not technically a widow, but it felt like I was.

Where do you go when your loss does not have a name? When you are grieving an ex-partner, a beloved pet, or navigating the tangled emotions of losing someone who hurt you?

I created this space for all of those who feel out of place in their grief. Here, every kind of loss is welcome. You are not alone.

Grief is complicated and messy, and that is okay. Sometimes it takes longer to move through, and that is okay. Sometimes you have contradictory emotions, and that is okay too.

My hope is that in sharing my experiences, it can help even just one person on their journey.

Here we grieve again. The only way out is through.