Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Grief

Hello Dear Readers,

I have the rare occasion to be at home alone so there is not much I would rather do than spend a few moments writing.

I want to talk about Grief for a moment.

I have grieved a few things in my life. Probably the hardest were the loss of my sister through addiction and the loss of a best friend through misunderstanding.

Grief is our response to loss, broken dreams, broken relationships, and death. Grief is a process. Grief has many spectrums. The most familiar of these are phases of Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and various forms of Acceptance. Grief is fluid and comes in waves. Grief is how we deal with a fallen world.

I want to discuss some of what grief can look like:
Denial is the classic coping mechanism for handling matters in life that are too difficult to accept. Sometimes we accept reality in phases, sometimes we never embrace it completely. It is a very human way of dealing with life. I saw a T-shirt once that said "Denial is my happy place." Not always a happy place, but for many it's better than dealing with reality.

Anger is a protective emotion for many complex feelings we experience. Anger is often the blanket that covers our grief. It is many times general and can be directed at things that have seemingly nothing to do with our grief process.

Bargaining is tricky to understand. Sometimes it comes in the form of trying to figure out how to reverse the situation that caused the grief, hence takes the appearance of bargaining. Sometimes it's with God, sometimes it's with others, sometimes it's with ourselves. "If only I do this, then maybe this..." It is a last ditch effort to not move into acceptance.

Depression is probably the most identifiable form of grief. Depression is actually grief that is submitted to the reality of loss. There is nothing left but sadness. A numb reality that what is is not going to change. From here we either forge into the healing process as we experience our grief or we continue to battle between depression and the other coping mechanisms above until we are ready to move forward. Sadly, some people do not move into healing and many times fall prey to a bitter existence thwarted with negative emotions.

Acceptance is the culmination of the healing process. Acceptance too comes in waves. Many times it seems as though the waves come slowly at first, then more and more frequently. Many will attest that Acceptance fluctuates indefinitely and healing is a life long journey.

I know anyone who reads this can find themselves or someone they know in this difficult journey.
I would love for you to share.

4 comments:

Kimberly Carolan said...

It is such an important topic to discuss, yet so many people are uncomfortable with it, including those grieving. I know I was until I wrote my book about my father's death, now I know the good that can come from talking and writing about grief. Thanks for writing!

Kim Carolan
http://walkingthroughthevalleyoftheshadow.blogspot.com

The Deakins said...

My husband lost his brother a year and a half ago due to a prescription drug overdose. He hears the news first from his mom. The phone rings, Brady picks up the phone and his mom is screaming out "your brother's dead!". Brady's closest brother, the one who just gave his heart to Jesus during the Passion of the Christ. The brother my husband encouraged, mentored instructed in the Word, is no longer a part of our lives. Brady's world is shaken upside down. One month later my husband is diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer. Someone I was very close with 5 years straight places a gun in his mouth and pulls the trigger. Where is he now? I never heard him confess Christ, I was so lost and selfish during the time I knew him. My world is now completly shaken. Two months later we lose our Beloved Pastor. During this time we also lost three friend to cancer/chemotherapy. I end up in emergency room with stress related symptoms and the nurse shoots a medication in my iv that basically paralizes me for the next two months. My husbands in the middle of aggressive chemotherapy and my baby needs me. Where is everybody? If this continues I will not. How many times did I just want to give in and to quit. The questions, the rage, the hurt, waking up day after day to be greeted with a continual gnawing at my tummy that would not stop, an uncertainty, a moment where you realize, It will never be the same from this point on. NO! I'M NOT GOING TO QUIT. I'm now a wife and a momma. I'm needed, and I'm loved. God is not done with me. I'm not going back to a life of self-pity of darkness, and depression, and closed blinds. I refuse to remain numb to my cirucmstances. I'm holding on to joy. I'm moving forward. Even though I still find myself many times lost in tears
when I have time to break away and have a moment for myself. To reflect on the lives of those
who are no longer on planet Earth. To reflect on the chaos, the HELL my husband went through,
with the chemo, the infections, the near death experiences. But I also cry tears of relief, of happiness. Thinking on things that are are true, honest, just, pure, lovely, things of good report. The many prayers, the many contributions, the words of encouragment, the shoulders i drenched with my many tears. I will rejoice! We will overcome!

The Deakins said...

My husband lost his brother a year and a half ago due to a prescription drug overdose. He hears the news first from his mom. The phone rings, Brady picks up the phone and his mom is screaming out "your brother's dead!". Brady's closest brother, the one who just gave his heart to Jesus during the Passion of the Christ. The brother my husband encouraged, mentored instructed in the Word, is no longer a part of our lives. Brady's world is shaken upside down. One month later my husband is diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer. Someone I was very close with 5 years straight places a gun in his mouth and pulls the trigger. Where is he now? I never heard him confess Christ, I was so lost and selfish during the time I knew him. My world is now completly shaken. Two months later we lose our Beloved Pastor. During this time we also lost three friend to cancer/chemotherapy. I end up in emergency room with stress related symptoms and the nurse shoots a medication in my iv that basically paralizes me for the next two months. My husbands in the middle of aggressive chemotherapy and my baby needs me. Where is everybody? If this continues I will not. How many times did I just want to give in and to quit. The questions, the rage, the hurt, waking up day after day to be greeted with a continual gnawing at my tummy that would not stop, an uncertainty, a moment where you realize, It will never be the same from this point on. NO! I'M NOT GOING TO QUIT. I'm now a wife and a momma. I'm needed, and I'm loved. God is not done with me. I'm not going back to a life of self-pity of darkness, and depression, and closed blinds. I refuse to remain numb to my cirucmstances. I'm holding on to joy. I'm moving forward. Even though I still find myself many times lost in tears
when I have time to break away and have a moment for myself. To reflect on the lives of those
who are no longer on planet Earth. To reflect on the chaos, the HELL my husband went through,
with the chemo, the infections, the near death experiences. But I also cry tears of relief, of happiness. Thinking on things that are are true, honest, just, pure, lovely, things of good report. The many prayers, the many contributions, the words of encouragment, the shoulders i drenched with my many tears. I will rejoice! We will overcome!

Anna said...

Momma Deakin-
You have stood the ultimate test of humanity and you still stand- how inspiring your battle truly is. In it you have found the only unshifting ground and there you stake claim to the Joy that God offers and the peace that surpasses knowledge. You have tapped into the very heart of the savior when you submit your will to all the unanswered questions and simply say, "yes Lord, I will follow you." All our strenght is in Him. For many it is grief that teaches us how deeply this is truth. Thank you so much for sharing the honesty of your grief and the reality of your faith.