I used to post on here a few years ago, sorry, I can't remember my old log in so I have reregistered.
Anyway, four years ago when I began to emerge from the grief tunnel, I realised that there was still a lot of life to live, and all sorts of new things to try. One of the things I dabbled with was creative writing. Fast forward to now, and I have just achieved a distinction in my post graduate diploma in creative writing, discovered a hitherto unknown talent for writing historical fiction, and am determined to keep writing.
I still have moments of sadness (got a meet-up with three dear friends coming up -two are mums of toddlers, one is expecting twins, can't say I'm looking forward to it). However, life feels rich and very far from empty.
I send every best wish to everyone who has gone through this thing, I know how soul destroying it is. But there is hope, and there is genuinely more to life.