When I wrote “Every Season” in 2011, it helped me to express my lingering sadness. My line of “my sadness will always be” is still true for me. Saying that I’ve “healed” from deep grief doesn’t mean I am not sad remembering the child I loved who died. Continue reading →
Who is carrying me? I have many interpretations for those words. A long time ago I was certain I would grieve forever. I’m not sure how I found my way out of Hell; I must have been carried. Continue reading →
When my child died, I buried him and part of me died, too. I wanted to crawl into his coffin to be with him. The years that buried me are over now because I found a way to dig myself out. And when I did, I realized that Jason had never left me. Continue reading →
I have written before that everyone handles his or her own grief differently. Now, I want to share my own personal beliefs about grief:
It is not recoverable; one adjusts to it.
Healing is possible, and maintaining hope of it can provide sustenance. But the process of healing is uncconscious and happens despite certainty that grief is endless.
Many, many people succumb to their grief.
Grieving is hard work and consumes one’s existence.
Although it is rare, it is possible to find joy again. But finding it is a conscious effort and requires giving oneself permission to be happy. Continue reading →