Friday, September 9, 2016
A Different Kind Of Grief
This is so different from Sharon’s death
Took me awhile to recognize what it is
Not the gut wrenching, unending pain
Not the huge crescendo of feelings
Like a wave crashing on rocks
It is more insidious, like erosion of my soul
Just feeling off and vaguely unhappy
No identifiable problem, nothing to name as wrong
It’s hard to deal with something so ephemeral and indirect
Takes the form of self-criticism, as I can see nothing else to explain my sad, blaming feelings, except some fault of mine.
That helps to identify what is wrong and now I can continue to work through the loss. The feelings get so disconnected from the event it is hard to bring them together.
Good luck with yours