So it’s been awhile since I’ve posted. Over the last 2 months I have been taking time to focus on myself, going to therapy once a week and getting physically healthy too.
Therapy isn’t without it’s ups and downs. I have found that the hardest and most difficult times are the ones that make all the difference. Finding what feels uncomfortable and unravelling those emotions is progressing. There have been lots of unexpected realisations, a big one being that I felt I let Jack down. Not just by my body not keeping him safe, but by losing hope in the end. This was a surprise to me as in my front brain (what I call the conscious brain) I didn’t and don’t feel that way. That said, it’s always the “what ifs” that play on your mind.
Letting go of my need to comfort and be there for others is a personality trait that I struggle with. It’s how I am, but in being people’s rock and staying strong I have neglected myself. Being able to throw my hands up and say “I’m struggling, I’m angry, I’m heartbroken” is ok. Telling people to go elsewhere for comfort, is ok. Finally knocking down my walls and just being sad/angry/hurt/broken has been a great move forward. It hasn’t been easy for those close to me to handle sometimes, I never realised how much of a resolve I have. How I’ll fight kicking and screaming before I’ll shed a tear and “cause a scene”. Realising that the world will keep turning and that no one expects me to be ok and so strong as I have been is liberating.
I’m still very much a work in progress but I feel more and more like my old self. I feel that fight and need to keep going returning. I’m not quite at a run yet, but I’m definitely at a slow jog.
– Allana x
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Not my writing but I felt it appropriate:
This story has been moving millions around the world. #Tahlequah is every #grieving #mum.
Day 10. The female orcas are now taking turns helping the Mama Orca carry her dead baby across the sea… so the grieving Mama Orca can eat and rest.
This is grief. This is love. This is true, compassionate grief support.
THIS – THIS IS HOW IT SHOULD BE DONE.
Sadly this is not usually the kind of grief support the brokenhearted receive in our grief illiterate culture.
This is such a heartbreakingly beautiful visual of love and support. The orcas are showing us how it should be done. Step in. Show up. Lead with your heart. Feel your friend’s broken heart. Let it break you open. Carry each other’s burdens. Grief shared is grief divided. Your friend or family member needs you— more than you know. Literally step in, show up, and help carry the weight of grief. It’s too heavy for one person to carry alone.
The female Orcas are literally carrying this mama’s 400 pound dead baby across the ocean WITH her and FOR her. I have never before seen such a beautiful display of solidarity. Of community. Of compassion. Of love. This is how we need to support our grieving, heartbroken friends.
My wish is that every grieving person in the world would feel THIS supported, loved, held— carried.
It pains me to know this kind of support is not the norm for most grieving people.
We need to do better.
We can do better.
We MUST do better.
FULL ARTICLE: http://www.abedformyheart.com/I-will-carry-you/
#grief #loss #abedformyheart #loveneverdies
Time is moved by forward and life goes on. We have found a kind of new normal. I keep expecting to go back to how I was or wake up a new version of myself, but it’s a slow process. I’ll never be who I was before. I have lost a little more of my sparkle. I’m much less tolerant of people. I used to make an effort with everyone, even when they were pretty shit friends. I don’t now. I give exactly enough to most and more to those I love and value. I don’t think that’s a bad thing though. I just know that life is too short and precious to waste on any one or thing that doesn’t deserve or appreciate it. I have found that I do have a great deal of wonderful people around me. I’m very lucky in that respect.
We still haven’t had Jacks pm back yet. It’s hard. We cannot move forward without that. It’s like the last part of this. It’s keeping me in this limbo between the old me and the me I’m becoming. Fingers crossed that it will only be a few more weeks!
Taking each day as it comes. The sad times are starting to be outweighed by the good. Life is slowly moving on. I know we will find a new normal. One that is enriched by our memories of Jack.
– Allana x
I’m currently sat next to my boy. It’s such a beautiful day. I haven’t been here since the funeral. I have been putting it off. I wanted to come here awhile ago but it’s hard. That makes you feel guilty as a mother but I guess I needed time. Today felt right.
Sitting here it’s so peaceful and perfect a place. He has the most beautiful view. His great grandparents are here with him too which brings me huge comfort.
It really is a very special place. It’s so close to Mark and I too which is very important for us.
His flowers are still alive and there are a few bumblebees buzzing around on them. It reminds me that there is a circle to life. Everything that lives will die, but from that new live will always come. As a person who’s beliefs fall more into the pagan realms I find that comforting. It’s so in nature here. There are birds all around me making noise, the sun is beating down, there’s bees and other insects milling about. As there has to be a resting place for our baby, I’m glad it’s here.
– Allana x