tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918105604270007470.post8700019628946391960..comments2023-10-09T15:47:14.355-04:00Comments on And you may ask yourself-well...how did I get here?: So It Has Been Awhile Since This HappenedStarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18241931590875029855noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918105604270007470.post-16013287849373724402010-05-21T03:18:45.809-04:002010-05-21T03:18:45.809-04:00The hard part about outings like that in the first...The hard part about outings like that in the first and second year is that we so want to go and we so want to be able to pretend for a while that we are still normal, just like everyone else in the line...but in the end, they often just make us feel worse. I'm so sorry you got stuck going alone. It's small consolation, but it's always possible that the meltdown would have happened even with someone else there. The discomfort waiting in line probably would have been gone (or at least lessened) with the proverbial wingman, but I wouldn't have been surprised if the meltdown with PW still happened and caught you off-guard. But it still sucks that it happened...and as embarrassing as I know you (and I) found public meltdowns, be sure to still pat yourself on the back that you went. That's huge, particularly for going by yourself.<br /><br />It will get easier over time, Star. I promise. That doesn't mean there won't still be inopportune or embarrassing meltdowns in public, but the paranoia will lessen over time. <br /><br />Hugs, my friend.... xoxoCandicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11637366044613952294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918105604270007470.post-75894386393271698192010-05-21T03:01:37.245-04:002010-05-21T03:01:37.245-04:00My first two months of grief were all public meltd...My first two months of grief were all public meltdown. (Or was it three? Definitely the first two.) No walls. No filter. Told story, burst into tears. Amazingly, at 6 months, I can talk about it without the instant tears, but still find myself blurting about it to perfect strangers. Like at the mall the other day, buying clothes. "Yes, they're all black. I don't want to wear any other color cause I'm grieving."<br /><br />((((((HUGS))))))<br />Thanks for sharing.<br />I love your blog.Hira Animfeftehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12419384315956434645noreply@blogger.com