I’m going to dive straight in with some bad news:
I’m sorry, but you are.
I’m guessing that you’ve got that sinking feeling and a ‘no.. ‘ is welling up inside you.
So let’s double check,
- Are you angry for no apparent reason?
- Do you feel sad a lot (or all) of the time?
- Do you snap inexplicably at your friends or partner?
- Are you fed up, listless, unmotivated … ?
Need I go on?
Yep, that’s all grief.
If you’re like the majority of people, you believe that grief is an enemy that must be kept at arm’s length. And you armour up because if it gets too close you’ll fall apart and you can’t do that.
Three ways to ignore grief
And my guess is that three pieces of your armour look something like this,
- Ignore it and hope it will go away,
- Bury your feelings – whatever you do don’t feel them,
- Believe wholeheartedly that time is a healer so all you have to do is sit it out.
Do you recognise these?
These were all part of my armour. Back in the days (and years) after I’d finished IVF I didn’t understand I was deep in grief and even if I had, I’d learned how to grieve from my parents so I believed that if I ignored it, didn’t feel and waited, then all would be well. Grief was definitely my enemy.
And that worked for a while. I fought grief until my mind and body said ENOUGH so loudly that I couldn’t help but pay attention. And believe me; I tried REALLY HARD to ignore what was happening.
People who loved me told me grief was not an enemy, it was a friend. They told me lovingly that I couldn’t outrun it forever; I would have to take my armour off at some point and there was magic in doing so.
I realised that this was just a story I was telling myself. It wasn’t my story, it was one I’d learned and I could change it. I’d been running from it or a long time. It was incredibly difficult and I couldn’t run any more.
As I write this I’ve dismantled most of my armour. It’s taken a while because it took a while to build, and I’m doing it gently, a piece at a time. Yes it has been painful at times, but I am so pleased that I changed the story I tell myself about grief.