One year.

Hi everyone,

I'm unfortunately part of this club. I have been lurking here and really feeling everything in every post that I read to the core of my soul. We are not alone in this journey.

In a few days, I would have survived one year without my love. He died suddenly, 29, in hospital from aggressive brain cancer. We were together 9 years. We didn't get the privilege of knowing what it was like to be parents, we didnt own a house, we owned very little but we loved each other. I've learnt that is all that matters.

Our hospital experience was horrendous. I supported him all the way through but had to fight tooth and nail to get a shred of compassion and kindness from nurses and doctors. This experience left me with PTSD for which I can say I have now more or less recovered. A serous journey of healing has happened for me this year. I cannot believe I made it through. I am grateful for the tools I've found along the way.

I wanted to share because I know how you feel. I've been there. You can get through too. I'm here and I have faith in myself that if I can get through this year, I can continue to live for my love. You can too.

I hope someone finds comfort in reading this as I did in the posts shared here. You can do this. I'm open to speaking to anyone about my journey and sharing my story. Thank you for reading this. Sending lots of love and hugs to you all wherever you are in your journey.