Mental Health | Widowed | Grief | Life Stories
Silently Off the Rails
I mask my anxiety so well, that my relatives think everything is fine.
I smile. I talk. I do all the basic everyday tasks.
From the outside, everything looks quite relaxed. But in reality, I’m finding things quite hard.
This article is more like an entry in my journal. I’m not sure where I was going with it, or if I ever got there.
But here goes…
I Became A Stay-At-Home Dad
When I lost my wife, I had to carry on as best I could — I had no other choice. My children were 7 and 8 years old, and I wanted to be there for them as much as possible.
A combination of factors meant I had enough money to survive. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I was lucky — losing my wife has been the worst experience of my life so far.
But having a small pension, and Widowed Parent’s Allowance, meant that the life assurance money would last a lot longer — so I could get by as a stay-at-home dad.
