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The one place you will seldom find me is the cemetery. My father died almost exactly a year after my 12 year old son died... both in my home... on the same hospice... laid to rest only a few yards apart in the same cemetery. I don’t happen to believe that they are present there... I don’t feel any connection to either my son or my father in that space. I believe they are part of everything,everywhere in this world... their energy is still very much present in all things. I have tremendous admiration for people who visit the cemetery where their loved ones are buried. Many of my family and friends pay their respects to my father and my son frequently and I think that is beautiful...visiting a loved one in the cemetery brings peace and comfort to so many people... I simply am not one of those people. I often wonder if I am the only person who feels this way?
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I got a question yesterday about why people shame others about their grief journeys. My answer was two-fold (and here’s the short version): one, because everyone has their own sh*t and it really has nothing to do with you. And two, because when you’re in a dark, vulnerable place, everything feels like an attack. Or at the very least, it feels like you need to justify every choice. Here’s permission to accept where you are. Embrace it. Put one foot in front of the other. Keep breathing, my friend. I’ll try my best to do the same, too. #adayinthelifewithgrief #mentalhealthawarenessmonth • by @themindgeek
It feels like chaos. I tell myself, logically, it should be linear. Looking back, I glaze over the details and make it narrative, make it “make sense”. Every time I think I’ve accepted that with life comes change, a challenge presents itself that I feel anything but equip to handle. And the process starts all over again. #adayinthelifewithgrief •
by @_mombojombo_
Last night, I was talking to an older woman whose mom had died decades ago. And as she spoke of her favorite memories of her mother, I recognized the pain in her eyes. It’s the same pain I feel today in missing my parents. And that got me spiraling - if this is going to hurt this much for that long, then what is the damn point!? It’s what @tyler_elise has perfectly illustrated here: the belief that today is a bad day, but tomorrow can be a (relatively) good day. #adayinthelifewithgrief
One of the things I’ve been working on in therapy is allowing myself to admit what I’m really feeling upfront, rather than letting emotions escalate, only for me to submit, “I’m just sad.” I’m eternally grateful for a patient partner in @djrosey who allows me to take my time to admit that sometimes, I’m just plain sad. But I also want to work on owning up to it, admitting it to myself. Because it is OK. It is OK. It is OK to be sad. #adayinthelifewithgrief • by @soolooka
Every time I have a “good streak” - a time where I am able to function at a level that feels similar to my normal before my parents died - I panic. What is lurking around the corner? How can I be OK when, the reality is, this is certainly not OK? I try to remember this graphic - there is no life now without my grief. Even in these “good” moments, I am there because of my grief, because of the depths of pain I have experienced, because I found resiliency in my heart and my mind to plug forward while bringing that with me every step of the way. That said, it takes reminding daily, hourly, even. I am building my new life around grief. #adayinthelifewithgrief
May is National Mental Health Awareness Month. As someone who had struggled with anxiety and depression in my teens and early 20s, I always made a clear distinction between what that felt like (deep, dark emptiness with no direct causality) and what grief felt like (deep, dark sadness with direct causality). Medication helped me stabilize last time. But I wanted to feel this pain, to suffer through the grief every single day because my parents are dead. There’s no glossing over or medicating that, right? I was wrong. Now that I’m on anti-depressants, I certainly still experience grief in all of its terrible wonder, but I get by with a little help from my friends - actual friends and my medication. It’s not a cop out, it’s not an escape, it’s a tool for survival. #adayinthelifewithgrief #nationalmentalhealthawarenessmonth •
by @gmf.designs