Im a widower, lost my wife a few years ago. I thought i was doing well, and then it hit me, i want to live in the past. Ive been recollecting old pictures, and becoming less social than i used to be. I feel like i just want to eternally be miserable and live in the past. And yet i know, what im doing is very destructive. Looking at pictures, and trying to hold on to memories will just make me more miserable, and yet i cant help but do it anyways. I talk as if shes still alive, but i just dont see why i should stop.
Im a widower, lost my wife a few years ago. I thought i was doing well, and then it hit me, i want to live in the past. Ive been recollecting old pictures, and becoming less social than i used to be. I feel like i just want to eternally be miserable and live in the past. And yet i know, what im doing is very destructive. Looking at pictures, and trying to hold on to memories will just make me more miserable, and yet i cant help but do it anyways. I talk as if shes still alive, but i just dont see why i should stop.
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