((((Chris))))
Yep. Been there, done that, got the tear-stained crappy t-shirt. The walls close in, you feel an aching lonliness yet you can't bear to be with people. The only one who gave meaning to life is gone. Worst of all, you may not have fully realised this until she was gone. I lost my reason for living when cancer took my dear Kit three years ago. You're not alone, Chris, many of us here have been through it. Each experience differs but we share a commonality. I'm here to tell you that it does get better. It takes time. There is no magic pill to make us whole again, although we all wish there was. Then again, if we could just turn off those feelings, would that cheapen the memories of our lost loves? On second though, I'll pass on that magic pill. My pain these last three years reflects the love we had. This road has been tough, but it made me fully aware of the love I had ... and of the new love that I let into my life recently. She won't replace Kit, but is finding a place all her own in my heart.
I made it through this with the help of good friends, not the least of whom I met here at Webhealing. I came here, a broken shell of a man, looking for some reason to go on. Thanks to Terry, Pam, Lisa, and a list of others too long to name I managed to get through it one day, one hour, sometimes one minute at a time. Welcome to Webhealing. May you find the comfort you seek.
John