Grief

Since I posted that short piece about motherhood yesterday it is as if a dam has burst. Behind the wall of my self control All the grief and anxiety that I feel for my son, my home situation, my partner has been building. With no outlet my emotions have been swirling and multiplying , until a small hole appeared in the dam. By writing, and more importantly posting as I did, a small crack appeared in the facade – and as in a real life dam, the pressure on that crack leads to a bigger andbigger aperture  being formed – and the suppressed emotions gush forth.

I can’t stop crying.  I Started last night, slept fitfully and woke intermittently with tears in my eyes. This morning it’s a huge flood of tears. I can’t even identify the emotion that I’ve making me cry, just that I can’t cope with it. If I look at this ( which I saw on primrose’s blog)
 
I think I feel everything in the top half of this wheel ( except perhaps bored) although I am bored with the conflict so perhaps that applies too. 

It’s Sunday. I have a yoga class later and I will walk Lola ( who submits to being wept over with good grace, and licks my tears away. ( as an aside I used to think that dogs licking people was disgusting, but I find Lola’s sympathy licks, and her obvious concern for me rather comforting) I have no idea how I am going to get myself together to go back to work tomorrow. I feel like I have just fallen apart completely.

Outside of the immediate grief, it has occurred to me that maybe this is like a bereavement. The loss of a ‘normal’ relationship with my son. And if this is at least in part a bereavement reaction, then I’m on more familiar ground. 


The above is the well known ‘grief cycle’ as described by Kubler Ross in the late 60’s. Although first developed for and applied to the death of a loved on, this journey through emotional adjustment can be applied to many different losses. It’s not as simple as a linear progression of course, which is why I have chosen this twisted ribbon picture, to illustrate the  nature of the meandering process. At the moment for example, if I apply this analogy, I am somewhere with elements of anger, depression, detachment and dialogue. I feel stuck here, it’s not much different to where I was 3 years ago, although with perhaps less hope. 

Maybe this has become a complex, non resolving bereavement reaction. Maybe I need to do something different. Maybe writing this post is a start. 


3 comments

  1. If you are feeling grief then there is grief so let it all come out. Personally I think we would all be better with less defensive dams and more weeping! Just know that you are not alone, there is a whole world of people who feel the same and loads of dogs to lick the tears away. I hope that you feel a bit more peaceful soon. It will pass! X

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  2. It sounds as though you have managed to keep the emotions very well hidden inside for a long time. There must be implications in that, it can’t be healthy long term. Now you have shared openly and the feelings have been expressed you are free to grieve. I think it is an important step. Cry, let the tears flow. Tomorrow is a new day ā¤

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  3. Grief is the price we pay for loving…someone else said it, I can’t take credit. I don’t know where I am on the grief scale. On a given day I must experience all of those feelings not at the same time, but in quick succession. It has nearly been a year, but even the happy memories make me sad still. But I am not alone, that’s the comfort…I suppose any feeling is ok, it means we’re still alive

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