We want to hear from you! What helps you to feel calm and centered on bad days? Share your hobbies, talents, and passions with the group.
We want to hear from you! What helps you to feel calm and centered on bad days? Share your hobbies, talents, and passions with the group.
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Not sure just what to write. I’m really struggling now, what with the loss of my wife followed by the passing of my brother. I was recently dx’d as bipolar 2 and have yet to receive a Rx. for a (any) suitable med(s). During any given day I vacillate between absolute despair and feelings of hopefulness. I’m so tired of bouncing up and down, up and down. Doing so makes my life so difficult. I keep putting one foot in front of the other but I’m not sure why. Of course none of us are able to foretell the future but as of this writing I don’t see a lot of reason to go on. At any point in time during any given day I’m at a 50/50 ratio as to whether or not I will stick around.
In order to help keep myself engaged I play musical instruments, build renaissance guitars and furniture, read and play with my wonderful Akita Shepherd, Seamus Conor.
I’ve had difficulty filling my days of late, without my dearly beloved wife by my side. Not for lack of things to do but because I feel no sense of hopefulness without her presence. Truly, she was my ALL, my trusted companion, my confidante, my lover and perhaps most important of all, my absolute best friend. While courting the first poem I ever wrote to her was about her exquisite hands. You see, she was a classically trained pianist and her hands were the most extraordinary works of art I’d ever had the pleasure of seeing, witnessing and holding. Within the poem itself I referred to her hands as “finely tuned instruments”, and how they were! I remember lying on the living room couch, late in the evening, while listening to her play Bach piano sonatas and Debussy as well as pieces within the genre of Traditional English Country Dance music . . . One of the greatest joys of my life was that of her providing me with the gift of the holding of those hands, her hands . . . how I miss her hands.
I’m not sure how I’ll find the desire, strength and courage to go on without her; I’m not sure why I’d want to.
Danny.
Hey Danny,
It seems like you are having a very hard time with the loss of your wife. FKB is here 24/7 to speak with you. Please, reach out to us if you would like to talk. 866.728.7983
FKB Support Staff
Life is like standing in the ocean with waves lapping at you. When the wave is too large, you might slip under the water and grasp for air. When the wave is just a tad small, your body will rock back and forth while keeping your feet on the ocean floor. So, allow those waves come and go, just like breathing in and out. Grasp for the life jacket floating in the water near you, for that is the hope in staying alive.
And therein lies the problem. There is no lifejacket suitable to the task . . .
If no lifejacket is available, then the person is dead.