Find The Happy Life

 

"You do not find the happy life.

You make it."

Thomas S. Monson

Determined to find contentment in the midst of grief and sadness, I asked myself the simple question . . . "what would make me happy?" . . . the graphic depicts what would make me happy at this time in my life.  

An outdoor sanctuary, a pleasant place to escape that is pleasing to my senses, to enjoy a beautiful Florida day and watch the birds and squirrels.  A place to be grateful for all that I have been blessed with.  Surround myself with the happiness that being in the middle of colorful flowers brings me.

While I realize that getting to that place will take lots of hard work, I think the work distraction alone is just what I need.  So, as the hot days of summer unwind, I shall embark on this new journey that I know will bring me peace and contentment.  I've done this before.  This time it could be the thing that works wonders for my physical health as well as the positive mental aspect of it all.

Today is the first day of the rest of my life.

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Passage of Time

 

When it comes to grief, the time of grief seems like you lost your loved one yesterday even though it has been some time.  It is as if the passage of time is non-existent, yet it has flown by so fast.  It really is a weird concept and feeling.

It could be that it is normal to relive the day of passing often, making it seem like yesterday.  Disorientation is a normal part of my life and I can't explain it.  

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Grateful through positivity

 

“When the heart grieves over what it has lost,

the spirit rejoices over what it has left.”  

Sufi Epigram

As I experience and heal from another grief journey, I try to be aware of how I am thinking since it makes a big difference in how I feel at the time.  It makes such a difference and the quote is a great example of how we can think about losing a loved one.

In my experience, I am consumed at what I've lost at first.  As time passes and the memories take over and the good times are what I think about, I am left with the awesome feeling of having had that loved one in my life at all with the good and the bad memories.  Usually, I concentrate on the good.

Many people I know think this way.  In fact, it is like they forget everything bad and think that they have turned a bad person into a saint in their mind.  Sometimes I wonder who they are talking about.  That way of thinking is how they cope with the loss.

First of all, I am so grateful to have experienced the love.  On the other hand, I try to be realistic about the relationship I had with them.  Sweeping bad memories under the rug can come back to haunt you.  It comes down to life balances.

The main thing is gratefulness.  It always brings a smile to my face.

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The need to be alone

 

The one thing that has bothered me most in my grief journey is having to explain myself constantly and feeling like I am not heard.  Having gone through the widow journey twice, I am just tired of being misunderstood and want to be totally alone to finally give myself permission to heal in my own way without being "discussed and judged" by others.  Just leave me alone, you have "helped" enough.  Your concern is killing me.

Rather than try to explain once again, the following post from a Facebook group perfectly describes how I have been feeling most of my adult life.  In my opinion, if you truly care about someone, you try to understand instead of asking the same insulting questions over and over again . . . no wonder I no longer want to be around those who have continually hurt me.  It started a long, long time ago . . . and it is more than just grief.

"When she goes quiet, it’s crucial to understand: it’s not because she has nothing left to say. Her silence isn’t emptiness; it’s incredibly full. Full of words too heavy to speak, full of emotions too raw to unravel, full of a pain that feels utterly impossible to put into coherent sentences.

She’s tired. Profoundly tired. Tired of explaining herself over and over again, only to be met with blank stares or superficial nods. Tired of being so consistently misunderstood. Tired of tirelessly holding it all together when no one around her truly sees the cracks forming, slowly, beneath her surface.

Her silence isn’t indifference; it’s sheer exhaustion. It’s the immense weight of carrying battles no one else can see, of fighting internal wars while bravely pretending everything is fine on the outside. Sometimes, the deepest battles are fought in silence, and the loudest cries go tragically unheard because they never even leave her lips.

And maybe, just maybe, she doesn’t need solutions or advice right now. Maybe she just needs someone to acknowledge the storm without demanding an explanation. Because her silence isn’t weakness—it’s survival. And sometimes, the bravest thing a woman can do is simply stay silent when the world relentlessly expects her to speak, to perform, to be "fine." This is her unfiltered emotion in its rawest form."

Source: A post from a Facebook group, Deep Feelings

https://www.facebook.com/groups/768416138555327/

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Roller coaster of emotions

 

My life has been like a roller coaster for as far back as when my Nana passed away when I was a young adult.  It seems like I am always in the "learning how to live again without you" stage.

The hardest one is dealing with the decision to put Kiki to sleep.  The devastating emotional decision came too soon after The Captain passed away and I became a true hermit.  

Kiki was all the emotional support I needed and took comfort in her sweetness like when she'd put her paw on me, letting me know that she was here for me, or the look in her eyes that could talk to me without words.  I depended on that love and comfort too much and loved her as much as I would have loved my own child that I never had.  Signing that paper was the worse thing I have ever had to do in my whole life.

I know that I did a good thing for her since the vet told me she was so sick and loved her enough to not want her to go through pain.  But making the decision to let her go is still haunting me, some days worse than others.  At least I am experiencing decent days and am so grateful for finally having those days.

Now I am learning how to live alone while learning to live without those loved ones who are no longer with me.  It is definitely a roller coaster of emotions.  Interacting with others has become difficult for me since, at this time of my life, I have nothing to say to anyone.  Look at my blog since The Captain passed away.  I miss him terribly, the emotions are raw and I find it difficult to even want to speak to anyone at this time.  

Once again, I am on medication for my anxiety after trying to live without it.  Now I am trying a different one that works better.

My mom was recently back in town and I actually drove a short distance.  It was not a complete success, although I did get out and even went to a restaurant twice.  So I have made some progress even though there were some failures involved that have affected me negatively.

It is all good . . . progress is progress!

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What keeps you safe?

 

The line comes from a movie I just watched . . . "What keeps you safe" . . . it has made me think all afternoon.  Sometimes I am amazed at the things that provoke deep thoughts.

The first thing that came to mind was my faith in God.  It makes me stronger no matter what others may think.  

Yes, I have terrible anxiety which makes me very fearful of so many things and there are many things I have not done in my life because of it.  My Christianity is often questioned because of this, which really makes me angry.  However, when it comes down to it, my faith in God keeps me feeling safe regardless of how it sounds.  I guess it can also be explained as choosing your battles. And I definitely choose my own no matter what.

One thing I hate more than anything in this life is having to explain myself to others.  I've had to explain myself all of my life.  Guess you could say it is a sore spot that also keeps me from doing some things.  My intuition tells me not to and I've learned to listen.  That keeps me safe in a way I can't explain as does being true to myself.

Then I go back to thinking about what "safe" really means.  I keep my feelings and emotions "safe" from being hurt by simply staying away from the thing that disturbs me.  Physically "safe" means just staying home and away from the general public. 

Sometimes I think I'm lost, but it is a lie my emotions tells myself during bad times.  I always make it through.  But maybe it is because I acknowledge my feelings and try to figure out how to deal with it.  It is never about feeling sorry for myself.  

I've finally reached the place in my life where I don't care what others think about me and the way I live my life. 

Memories . . . even the bad ones.  They contribute to who I am.  I don't really know why they keep me safe, but they do.  Maybe because they prove that I am a survivor going way back.  They also prove to me that good times do exist, even after bad times.  And they are reminders of what happiness meant to me.  Important reminders in life.

The main thing is self-acceptance and love.

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Believe in yourself

 

 

Love yourself first.

Believe in yourself.

Positive thinking.

There is power in all of the above.

Could be some of the secrets to happiness?

I'll admit that those times in my life when I felt negatively about myself were times of depression and unhappiness.  We can't blame ourselves for all that happens in our lives.  Learning how to move on quickly is so important.  You can get stuck in the rut of depression which is not good at all.  That is where I have been.  

It can't be confused with feeling sorry for yourself.

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