I wrote a fun blog already today, so now I need to get this down in writing before I lose it.
In therapy the past few weeks I’ve been working through some pretty deep stuff. Death has been at the forefront of my mind lately, probably due to the many deaths that I have seen in the Facebook feed over the past couple years. Whether those deaths were caused by Covid, cancer, heart attack or whatever, I have certainly felt it hit close to home. Just this week, a friend lost her fiancé and another school friend lost his mother.
This week, we dove into the subject of death itself and people in my life who I have lost. We looked at the loss of my grandparents and the loss of my mother specifically. My therapist asked about the first death I every experienced (my grandpa when I was 11). She asked what I felt when that happened. I wasn’t sure. So we moved ahead to my mom (when I was 36). What was I feeling then?
How was it so hard to come up with what I was feeling? Am I blocking feelings?
I came up with: sad, confusion, fear (scared), helplessness, regret, and guilt. I am guessing that there are many more feelings associated with death, but those are what I pulled out of the top of my head.
So I have a homework assignment. I am to look at each of those words and see how they play into things. How did the deaths affect others in my house?
Basically, it seems that grief is a theme in many of our sessions and we are going to examine it further. We’re going to try to pinpoint what event has brought me to where I am today. She told me that there is a phrase that says, “When your hysterical – it’s historical.” There is usually something “back there” that can lead to the way you react and behave.
Why can’t I accept and get past things? What may be hanging around in my brain? What am I protecting myself from?
I don’t know any of the answers.
After therapy my wife asked how it went. I told her I was still trying to process it. I knew we really struck on something, but I didn’t know what. I also expressed how it scared me. Have you ever been afraid to proceed, because you are just not sure what you might find out? That’s where I am at.
Hopefully, we are working toward some sort of resolution and not something that will mess up my head even more!
4 thoughts on “Close, But No Breakthrough … Yet”
I look at grief not as something I’ve got to get past. I don’t think I ever could get past the death of my mum. Grief can’t be pushed to the sidelines and ignored. It has to be acknowledged. Openly. With all the conflicting emotions that you came out with during your therapy session. The sadness, the anger, the helplessness, the lot. Over time, I have learned to live with my grief. My grief. I own it, it’s not a generic concept any more. It’s a part of who I am. Some days, it’s difficult, other days, it motivates me to stop procrastinating, to use my life to its fullest. Grief is a slightly awkward companion, a strange family member. Can’t get rid of it. I hope you can turn your grief into a force for good. Sometimes it helps when I remind myself that we’re all on this journey. Everyone loses important people. They leave their mark on us. Forever. The alternative would be to simply forget, and quite frankly, I wouldn’t want to forget. Even if the memories hurt, I’d rather be with them, than without.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I meant to respond to this yesterday. I think we are on the same page in a way. I know that grief is always there. In my early blogs about my mom, I wrote about how you never really get over the loss of a loved one, you just learn to adjust to life without them. I love the way you put it.
In regards to this blog and this particular therapy session, we are diving into how the deaths of my past might shape the way I react or hold onto feelings today. Why am I so empathetic or sad when I read about someone passing away? Is there something I never really dealt with back there in my childhood? It remains to be seen.
Thank you for your comment. I found it to be very helpful
LikeLiked by 1 person
Grief is hard man… like the top comment…it’s not something I got past…just something to deal with when it comes up. Time sometimes makes it worse because you think of things you didn’t do or say…but the people who are gone wouldn’t want me to continue to grieve.
LikeLiked by 2 people
I had a doctor once tell me, “It hurts because you care”