Grief is a natural and healthy response to death and loss of all kinds. Learn how to cope with the emotional pain, move forward and reclaim your happiness.
I felt you. So close I could touch you. If only I could reach you. I was in a long hallway, mirrors on both sides as far as the eye could see. The ceiling was immersed in thousands of shadows. A greyish light highlighted me where I stood.
5 Things to Consider When Dating After The Death of a Spouse
Reality TV Star NeNe Leakes recently lost her husband, Gregg, who was her soulmate to cancer. I was stunned and heartbroken for her, you could tell they really loved one another. I personally know two widowers, who are now in their early 40s but lost husbands in their 20s. According to them, it has been a struggle to find companionship after the death of their spouses and I’ve been a witness.
GRIEF As I was doing counseling yesterday. After reading my news feed, posts from others hurting and the pain of feeling loss, and stories of people missing I told my counselor the following:
Grief & Recovery?
First, before we go into talking about what it means to recover from grief, lets share a clear definition of what grief really is. Grief is the normal and natural reaction to loss of any kind. Feelings that you are having that follow a loss are normal and natural for you. More often then not we have been made to believe that our feelings are not valid, are abnormal, and not natural. Truth be told, grief is actually one of the most emotional states of being and it is very much misunderstood.
Elizabeth Kubler-Ross and the Stages of Accepting Death
Based on field studies and interviews with over 200 terminal patients Elisabeth Kubler-Ross categorized the typical progression of psycho-emotional stages an individual experiences in the process of acknowledging and accepting death. Her theory outlines five distinct phases of coping with death, including:
SFS 7: Long Thaw
He sat on the cold, hard stoop waiting for her. He could already see his breath and he hadn’t even been outside that long. Marshall hated the winter time. “It’s for young people with warm blood and a strong will to brace the cold; not slow, achy old men like me.” He chuckled at himself. Do I always sound so grumpy? His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of snow crunching in the distance. Marshall stood slowly, the cold causing stiffness in his knees. The figure grew closer and closer until Marshall’s furrowed brow relaxed.
How I "Got Over" My Mama's Death
On March 30, 2019 at approximately 7:30am cst, though the death certificate will read about 11:45am, my world came to a halt, stopped completely, then crashed down around me. For at that moment in time, my mama, my best friend, the only person whose heartbeat I have ever heard from within, passed from this life.
Living Doomed In Dystopia
Doomed Living In Dystopia I’ll Teleport To Utopia Image Credit ~ Jess Bailey ~ Unsplash Theres A Conscious Choice We Can All Make
Petrified Rainbow Wood, A Stone of Transformation
So often, when we talk about crystal lore, we repeat the same few basic facts. The stone is found here. It grows in this sort of crystal habit. You can identify it by this or that characteristic — its hardness, its depth of color, the way it cleaves when it breaks. The ancient crystal shaman used it for healing, for love, for wealth, and here is how the modern worker may do the same.
Wouldn't it be wonderful if people could navigate how to climb out of the darkness of grief? The onus to understand the labyrinth of death and loss is usually put on those already suffering. Those faced with the death of a loved one then have the added burden of;
A Perfect Year for Cancer
Breast cancer was her September 11, robbing her of a breast, and then allowing her to live free of it and cancer for ten years. The first five years of this decadent decade were supplemented by a daily tablet that battled the disease by limiting the normal supply of estrogen, which also served to sustain its persistent onslaught. But the tenth September 11 Memorial piercingly pronounced the expiration of her reprieve. The disease thrived undiscovered for close to a year thanks to an ER physician, surely a misnomer, who did not uphold his Hippocratic oath. But where does this recurring story begin? Beginning and end are equally unpromising; the beginning then, and only for the sake of chronology.
The last breath
In her last breath that she breathed out, I breathed her breath into mine. I felt the last of her life force, with a knowing I had to complete her final chapters that were stolen prematurely from her life.