Welcome (Insert name from email)
We all have story to tell. Unfortunately our first chapter ended with the loss of our leading man, our loves. Now we must continue, knowing we won’t have the happily ever after we had written in our hearts. We are widows.
Almost 4 years ago I lost my husband of 20 years to Cancer. It was a long and agonizing 1 ½ year struggle through radiation, Chemotherapy, amputation and eventually the loss of my best friend, my love Gilbert. I had a daughter at home and put on a brave face. You know what I mean, smiling, going through the motions, trying to survive from one minute to the next and pretending you are okay so no one knows that you are dying inside. I would buy alcohol and then never open the bottle, because I was afraid if I went in, I would never be able to climb back out of it. Netflix was my best friend because I didn’t have to think. After just a few months, my youngest went off to college and there I was, an empty nester and a widow. That first night was one of the hardest of my life. The house was still. Quiet. Empty. Unbearable.
NOT! Honestly didn’t know what to do. My family didn’t understand. Everyone stopped saying his name. It was like, okay, we did that, now it’s time to move on to something else. The rest of the world kept turning, but I was stuck. Stuck in the purgatory of my widow mind. I couldn’t find any help except for church based counseling, and well let’s just say that God and I weren’t speaking at the moment. So I looked, I searched, and I tried to find myself some help, but admit, I didn’t have the strength or ability to think clearly enough to find what I needed. Depression, widow fog, guilt, sleep deprivation and anxiety had taken their toll. I was hollow inside and I felt broken. But hey, I was keeping it together right?
It wasn’t long before my grief took its toll on my body mind and spirit. I was sick time and time again, in and out of the Emergency room and even had surgery. I went to a doctor for help and that one doctors visit changed my life. He “prescribed” me a tool that healed my mind, soothed my body awakened my spirit. It was a simple tool (art journaling), but that is all it took. This little tool gave me what I needed to heal. It gave me the space to remember, reflect and reawaken myself. Me. Karolyn. Someone who was lost at Gilbert’s diagnosis.
I’m telling you this because I know this can happen for you too. We’ve just got to get your creative juices flowing, so you can find the tool that works best for you. That’s why I created Widow to Warrior – Transforming pain into purpose, passion and power. To awaken YOU. During this online retreat you will receive tools, tips and information to help guide you through the grieving process.
- You will hear stories that will inspire you
- You will hear from counselors who will guide you
- You will meet creative women who will inspire you
- You will meet women who have survived and now thrive.
Yes we are widows…but we are also warriors. We have a strength within us that is undeniable and soon you will join me in knowing and being able to say “I AM THE STRONGEST WOMAN I KNOW”
Join me and together we will be inspired by, and an inspiration to, each other. We start Monday April 22nd.
I hope you’ll join us each day.
I’m looking forward to writing our next chapter…together.