My name is Val. I became a suicide widow when I was 23. I am now 29 and remarried.
Life sure has been an interesting adventure so far. I want to write about my journey honestly and without filters. I want others who are forced to wear the widowed hat to know they are not alone.
Writing has always been the way I process everything, so naturally, when my husband died, writing is what I turned to. The morning after his death, I began something like a diary. In the years since, I’ve filled those pages with sadness, anger, joy, drunken ramblings, PTSD, and more. I want to share some of those entries here, along with whatever current musings I also write.
“No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.” – C.S. Lewis