Category: Surviving loss

Rebuilding

For those of us who have lost a dear one at some point or another, the holidays are the most difficult to get through. I still can´t get over how much I miss my parents each Christmas, and it has already been three years. But this year, there is somebody else I miss terribly: Champagne.

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Gratitude Moments

I belong to a support group for divorced women, designed specifically to help rebuild life as a single person. It took me a long time to join up, as I am not a fan of support groups in general, simply because it is not my nature to share my troubles in a group. As I

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Coping with Emotional Abuse

Click HERE for the article before proceeding. Emotional Abuse (emotionalen Missbrauch / maltrato emocional) is much more difficult to identify and accept than physical abuse, and when it happens within a friendship, things turn into a huge mess and everyone goes ballistic. This blog entry is both difficult and painful to write, since it is

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Is it ever really Good-bye?

It is almost inconceivable to me that today marks Daddy’s third death anniversary. Three years. Time has flown bye and I feel as though he is still very much around. Perhaps I can no longer pick up the phone and call home to find out what he is up to today, or listen to his

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Difficulties of Healing

I write this with great difficulty today, simply because my shoulder is absolutely killing me. The first batch of therapy sessions is over, and the healing process is well underway, albeit the excrutiating pain. The physiotherapist did warn me that the worst is yet to come, and that is a good sign. The trouble with

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Hard Lessons of Frugality

Aside from building a brand new life alone after the divorce, one of the most difficult lessons (rather, on-going challenges) is frugality. This is such an alien concept to me because I grew up as a privileged expat child who never had to worry about the cost of things. I learned to indulge in the

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Adopt The Old Ones First

I, Champagne am a rescue cat. I am a survivor of human cruelty, and my housemates Cherry and Lolita are also rescue cats who survived acute neglect. We were all give up because we were no longer deemed pretty or useful, and in Lolita’s case, because she was too old. Last year, Mom wanted to

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