Loosing your voice
They say you loose your voice, that it catches in your throat when you are startled. Outside of the screams that resulted from my newly experienced PTSD, I had nothing to say. It was not only my voice. I've learned Willie's death actually triggered a deep depression along with the PTSD, and oh yeah, anxiety. So along with sitting in this new identity of widowhood, single, unmarried - or whatever, I became ashamed of my reaction to death.

Many times I'd convinced myself that I was better to make others feel better, but all I was doing was delaying and stuffing. I thank God for the freedom that has come with embracing my transitions the best way I can!