Here, you will find the answers to who I am, why I am writing, and what you can expect from this blog.

I was married at age 22 to Tony, age 24, in 2006. By that time, we had already been together for four years. However, a few years later, in 2009, Tony was diagnosed with a rare cancer. There was a full year of chemotherapy, and one year later, in 2010, Tony lost his battle. I lost my partner of eight years and was a widow at age 26.

The pain of losing someone you love, a significant other, father, mother, brother, or sister, is indescribable. The posts that you will read here are about my personal story. I had a lot of growing and regrowing to do, and this is the story of how I managed to get through the darkest parts of my life.

They will describe the loss and pain I have felt, the good days and the bad, along with the internal and external struggles. Some posts will be very light in nature, and some may be more factual. However, there will be others that are more real, raw, and down-right unpleasant. Bear with me friends, this is all part of the journey of recovery, and I will hold nothing back.

For a very long time, I was clouded by the beautiful burden of recovery. After I opened my ears and my heart, I met so many wonderful people whose loss is just as painful, but their own to live. In the end, I hope to inspire, give the gritty truth, and hopefully help to guide anyone, perhaps just one person, to know that they are not alone.