Showing posts with label All Comforters Are Not Equal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label All Comforters Are Not Equal. Show all posts

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Thursday's Therapy - "Breaking Bad" Grief Therapy ~Dr. Joanne Cacciatore alerts...








Thursday's Therapy

"Breaking Bad" 

Grief Therapy


~Dr. Joanne Cacciatore alerts...















Thursday, June 26, 2014






(massman: noun,  an average, typical, or ordinary man :  a prototype of the mass society especially when regarded as lacking individuality or social responsibility, as drawing his stereotyped ideas from the mass media, and as easily manipulated by economic, social, or cultural elites)


Every week, I have the privilege to hold a discussion about grief with colleagues Dr. Geoff Warburton & therapist Megan Devine, two dear friends who simply 'get it.'

Both have experienced grief from the inside during the course of their lives and have now devoted themselves to the practice of grief counseling.

We share a sentiment about grief in Western culture. That is, in general, grief is widely misunderstood, castigated, affronted, and bypassed in practice, theory, the media, and even in some spirituality.  Most recently, we discussed the spiritual bypass, and a more thorough triadic diatribe about this topic is forthcoming. I digress (as usual)...

Fast forward to today.

Another dear friend, a medical doctor and researcher in Canada working in refugee health (note: plenty of grief and trauma in this population), recently attended a conference in the U.S.  One of the days in this conference was devoted to "bereavement care".

She was so upset by what she'd heard that she abruptly exited two workshops that were intended to help grieving parents.

She sent me some of the materials to review and I shared her deep concerns. Actually, I was mystified and astonished.

Two clinicians who were presented posited "therapies" which were not only (less than) pseudo-science but more than that: They are potentially harmful to the bereaved.  Their suggested "interventions" may even further disenfranchise, stigmatize, and pathologize normal, albeit painful, traumatic grief.   Their strategies promoted the "unfeeling" and "unseeing"and even medicating of grief... precisely the opposite of what research in traumatic grief suggests as most efficacious, and it was some of the most 'unmindful' and experientially avoidant propaganda I have ever seen.

Experiential avoidance (that is the chronic turning away from or distracting of painful emotions/memories unconsciously), in fact, in the SCIENTIFIC literature is closely linked with substance abuse, physical illness, and other maladaptive behaviors and affect. 

Look, I get it.

Clinicians are not often researchers so they may or may not be able to discern the rigor of a study's outcomes. Many of them don't even have time to read the research and may not understand methodology.

So, herein lies the dilemma: Bad therapy happens. And bad therapy isn't just bad therapy- it's not like a bad haircut. These are people's lives. And not just any people. The most vulnerable population on earth.  Very, very dangerous, indeed.

So here is a rare offering of advice - maybe an invitation - for bereaved persons: caveat emptor.

Be careful with whom you share your grief.

Be careful with whom you share your grief.

Be careful with whom you share your grief.

And be wary of advice wielding, arrogant "clinicians" who think they know it all.

The clinicians who know best are the ones who admit they know nothing. The best therapists are the ones who admit their impotence in the face of such trauma and suffering. They are the ones who say, "There aren't words... I have no cure... And I will join you in the abyss..."

They are some duplicitous charlatans who are out to exploit. But there are also many well-intended who can harm you and me and us all. They often don't read or understand the research, they believe what others in positions of authority tell them without question, they may not be prone to dialectical thinking, and they often pretend to know the unknowable. Even if unwittingly, they end up preying on those who are desperate for any help, presenting themselves as the experts.

They are on the internet, on Facebook, at conferences, in clinical interactions, and in the grocery store.

Western culture, by its nature, promotes the use of nearly any strategy to bypass grief. Drugs, sex, alcohol, shopping, food, gambling, exercise, work, any distraction you can name. Even therapy.  But the sages knew what we seem to have forgotten in contemporary society: No 'intervention' and no interventionist can 'cure' your grief.  There is no panacea. You are not broken, you are broken hearted. And as Rabbi Mendel of Kotzk said 'there is no more whole heart than a broken heart.' 

You are not in need of repair. No alphabet soup intervention (ABC therapy, XYZ medication) and, certainly, no drug can assuage your grief.  The only way is through, and the only way through is with loving, nonjudgmental support, good self care and self compassion, and some other things demonstrated in the literature to be helpful in coping with, not eradicating, grief. And frankly, the source of many concerns about the prolongation of grief resides within our own social groups- others pressuring mourners to 'get over it,' 'move on', 'feel better.' Others who do not remember with us. Others who ostracize us and treat us as lepers. This kind of social reaction is not helpful, and actually is quite isolating and harmful for grievers. So let's focus on an intervention for a sick and intolerant culture that coerces us into believing we are entitled to happiness and comfort and immortality at all times and at all costs.

So if you need some extra support because you are feeling lonely, withdrawn, and confused, that help can come from those who are innate helpers from within your circle of friends/family/faith community and/or from those trained to help you to integrate your grief..., not push it away, decry, avoid, repress, or otherwise deflect it.  Surround yourself with others who have a "PhD" or "MD" or advance degree in common-sense and loving kindness.

Hell, I've seen animals give better 'therapy' than plenty of 'therapists.'

Again my unsolicited advice: Do not believe everything a so-called professional tells you. If it offends your soul, follow Whitman's advice and "dismiss" it.  Rather, trust the wisdom of your own grief. Get help if and when you need it from others who will embrace and uphold you and who understand what SCIENCE says about trauma, grief, and love. Yes, love.

Little in this conference's literature I read as it related to grief was based in science. And, nothing in any of the literature I read from this "conference" felt like love. And this saddens me beyond words.

Because in the end, grief is not a medical issue. Grief is not an issue to be solved or cured. Grief is an issue of the heart. 


Heed Goethe's harbinger: Beware the massman, the troubled guest on the dark earth.


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Thank you to Dr. Joanne Cacciatore for her heartfelt words or warning to us so that we may protect our grief-torn hearts and souls as best we can in choosing wisely to whom we open our hearts.










Dr. Cacciatore's article:
http://drjoanne.blogspot.com/2014/06/the-holy-longing-is-yours-caveat-emptor.html

Friday, April 11, 2014

Friday's Faith - A Survival Key







Friday's Faith

A Survival Key





As we go through Child-Loss Grief and Trauma, we discover there are many opinions coming our way from people who really have no clue what our new world is like. Much less then could they intelligently advise us as to how to grapple with a world they could not comprehend, much less have a handle on. 

(Thursday's Therapy - Only a Few Really Know..), my last post, was about a knowledgable group of people coming up with illogical answers for our needs even though they are often considered to be "experts" in the (psychiatric / psychological) people-helping field. Such a professional faux pas serves as a drastic example that we, the survivors, or "invisible heroes" to our Child-Loss Grief and Trauma "war" simply must attune to our own hearts and souls for how then we must live. 


How many of us have had to correct our doctors or our therapists as to the true nature of what we are up against when they toss out superficial bandaids to our deep soul wounds?

Experts in the helping fields must remember two cardinal rules we (I am in that same helping field) must live by, and those are, First, "Do No Harm!" and Second, "Know What You Do Not Know!"








Walt Whitman Graphic, thanks to Dr. Joanne Cacciatore
"Invisible Heroes" - thanks to, Bellaruth Naparstek

Friday, May 3, 2013

Saturday's Sayings - "What Other Answer Would Suffice?"






Saturday's Sayings 

"What Other Answer Would Suffice?"











~Safehaven For Widowed




“For in grief nothing 'stays put.' One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats. Am I going in circles, or dare I hope I am on a spiral? 

"But if a spiral, am I going up or down it? 

"How often -- will it be for always? -- how often will the vast emptiness astonish me like a complete novelty and make me say, 'I never realized my loss till this moment?' The same leg is cut off time after time.” 





~~~~~





~Safehaven For Widowed



“I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, however, turns out to be not a state but a process. 

"It needs not a map but a history...” 





~~~~~





~Safehaven For Widowed



“No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing. 

"At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not to me.” 





~~~~~





~Safehaven For Widowed




“If a mother is mourning not for what she has lost but for what her dead child has lost, it is a comfort to believe that the child has not lost the end for which it was created. And it is a comfort to believe that she herself, in losing her chief or only natural happiness, has not lost a greater thing, that she may still hope to 'glorify God and enjoy Him forever.' A comfort to the God-aimed, eternal spirit within her.  

"But not to her motherhood. The specifically maternal happiness must be written off. Never, in any place or time, will she have her son on her knees, or bathe him, or tell him a story, or plan for his future, or see her grandchild.” 





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~Hers to Treasure



“...My idea of God is a not divine idea. It has to be shattered from time to time. He shatters it Himself. He is the great iconoclast. Could we not almost say that this shattering is one of the marks of His presence?..” 



“Reality the iconoclast once more. Heaven will solve our problems, but not, I think, by showing us subtle reconciliations between all our apparently contradictory notions. The notions will all be knocked from under our feet. We shall see that there never was any problem.” 



“If my house has collapsed at one blow, that is because it was a house of cards. The faith which 'took these things into account' was not faith but imagination.” 



“I know now, Lord, why You utter no answer. You are Yourself the answer. Before Your face questions die away.  
"What other answer would suffice?” 











Pictures, thanks to ~Grieving Mother Dani, ~ Safehaven For Widowed and Hers To Treasure 
C.S. Lewis Quotes, thanks to goodreads.com

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Saturday's Sayings - This Thing Called Child-Loss Grief...






Dear Friend,

Today you broke my heart,
In a place that was unbroken.
You did it with your thoughtless words
That should not have been spoken.
You know that I am grieving,
That my pain is deep and real.
Your hurtful words pierced like a knife.
How do you think I feel?
You may not suffer from my loss
Or share this lonely grief,
But, I'm mourning my baby
Whose life was much too brief.
I'm sure you don't know how I feel,
I don't expect you to.
Don't ask me to get over it…
That's something I can't do.
Without grief, there's no healing
It's a journey I must make.
It's not the path that I would choose,
but one I'm forced to take.
No matter how you choose to see
What I am going through,
I need compassion and support…
I'd do the same for you.

Gwen Flowers




Saturday's Sayings

This Thing Called Child-Loss Grief. . .










After the funeral and all the friends leave. When all
the errands are done, and thank you cards
mailed. When the phone calls cease, and warm 
casseroles stop coming. That is when this heart
breaking journey we call grief begins . .

~Angie Cartwright

~Grief The Unspoken




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I can wipe the tears
from my eyes, but
I can't wipe the pain
from my heart . . .

~Grieving mother, Kathy Martibello- Stieff, sharing ~Wings of Hope-Living Forward




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Time does not heal. But healing does take time. Give yourself the gift of time. To become whole means that as we open to the pain, we open to the loss. We break open and, as a consequence, we get bigger and include more of life. We include what would have been “lost” to us if our hearts and minds had closed against the pain, we include what would have been lost if we had not taken the time to heal.

As singer/songwriter Carly Simon tells us: “There’s more room in a broken heart.”

~Wings of Hope~Living Forward




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~I Miss Those Close to Me Who Are Now I Heaven As Beautiful Angels




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~In Memory of Lost Loved Ones




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There is a pain in my heart
Which was never there
Now that you are gone
I find the pain filling your absence.

~Ce Thibodeau 


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I Was With You

I was with you as you cried last night, so much for counting sheep.
Your thoughts were running rampant, it was hard for you to sleep.
I knew you were missing me and wishing I was there.
You laid awake all night thinking of the memories we shared.

I watched as you tried to eat lunch. You couldn't even drink your tea.
You were thinking of all the things you wish you'd said to me.
I wanted to say, "Don't worry. Seriously, it's ok.
"I know every word you would say to me if we had another day."

I was with you when you visited my grave today.
I heard you cry out to God, "Why did you take him away?"
As hard as you try, you can't figure out why it had to be me.
Your mind is so scrambled, but someday you will see.

You will know why this happened, the reason I had to leave.
You will understand it all in time, 'til then, just belief.
There's a higher Power working and He has a perfect plan.
I didn't see it either, but trust me on this -- if you can.

Someday when it's your time to come to the other side,
I'll rush to welcome you with my arms open wide.
I'll show you around Heaven, there's so much to see.
But that time is not now. That's just the way it must be.

You must live out your journey as I had to live out mine.
And know His timing is perfect. We must trust the Divine.
So go live, laugh, and love--be who you're supposed to be
And when your job on earth is done, come Home and be with me.










Top graphic, thanks to ~Out of the Ashes

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Thursday's Therapy - How to Deal with Toxic People ~Robyn Lindsey





Thursday's Therapy

How to Deal with Toxic People

~Empowerment and Grief Coach, Robyn Lindsey





April 4, 2012

How to deal with toxic people



Greetings! My name is Robyn and I am a certified empowerment and grief coach...

I’ve done a lot of work with crazy-makers or emotional vampires. Something I think we all struggle with is the unhealthy people and situations that seem to make their way into our lives.

We all strive to live an empowered life. We all want to soar. Yet there are people who seem to have no function but to sabotage our efforts. How do we deal with these speedbumps? How do we cope?

The first step is to identify these people in your life. I’ve had bosses, co-workers, family members, and friends all be speedbumps in my forward progress. I’ve also had people I barely knew act as a crazy-maker or emotional vampire.

Once you are aware of who they are, it’s time for some boundaries. Working on a new project? Don’t share the details with them. Don’t give them a chance to get you down. Instead, reach out to those who stand by you, who hold you up, who offer support.

If you have to go out to dinner with your Aunt Ruth who tries to break you down, only discuss non personal topics. Make a list of “safe topics” and memorize it. Talk about the weather, a news story, a new baby in the family. Have a wonderful, pleasant meal without the attacks. Do the same with co-workers (though likely tweaking the topics a bit).

I have some satellite family members who like to negate my attempts. They haven’t learned how to think outside the box, so when I do so, they panic and tell me all the ways it’s not possible. I stopped telling them what I was working on. When I wrote my book recently, there were perhaps 3 family members that I told while I was writing. The others? I shared after, and they cheered me on. Had I told them during though, they would have been crazy-makers and thwarted my efforts.

Know your right people. Share your efforts with those who will encourage you and you will soar.
If you are constantly finding yourself in situations that get you down, I’d suggest journaling it out. Why are you in those situations? Are you drawn in (thereby acting as your own crazymaker)? Are you required to be there because of a job? If your job is constantly a toxic environment, I’d suggest you get out if you can. Can you avoid these situations? If you can, do so. If you can’t, be clear with your boundaries and don’t allow others to trample them. Journal. Journal. Journal. I really can’t say that enough.

One last thing… about journaling and crazy-makers. If you journal daily, at least 3 pages, your champions and crazymakers will become apparent. You won’t really have to do much more self-examination to be crystal clear on just who they are.

Know what else? You deserve to soar. You deserve to be cheered on!


~Robyn Lindsey, Empowerment and Grief Coach



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For more on "Emotional Vampires," you may want to check out our post from November 5, 2009:










Article:



Friday, April 12, 2013

Friday's Faith - To the Naysayers of Our Grief ~Angie and Tommy Prince






Friday's Faith

To the Naysayers of Our Grief

~Angie and Tommy Prince





We won't "get over it";
We won't "move on"!
So, please get over it;
Stop droning on!

You just don't know
What Child-Loss is;
(Hopefully) you'll never know,
So just stay out of our biz!

There's no "getting over it"
There's just walking it through.
There's no "moving on";
There's just facing it daily, alone!

If you have any compassion for us,
You may share your heart;
Otherwise, don't come near us,
Or you'll burden our already-broken heart.

God is tender, God is kind;
He faithfully ministers to my broken heart.
Be thankful I put my faith in the only One
Who keeps me from tearing you apart...!


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"There are just no words...no words at all that can express what it feels like when your child leaves this earth. It is an all consuming, overwhelming feeling that doesn't go away--Ever."

~Grieving Mother, Jill Compton

Poem - To the Naysayers of Our Grief - Angie and Tommy Prince - 4/12/2013









Top Picture, thanks to ~Remembering Loved Ones
Bottom Picture, Thanks to grieving Mother, Jill Compton via ~Angels at My Door

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Wednesday's Woe - Where O Where Did My Good Friends Go? ~Tommy Prince







Wednesday's Woe

Where O Where Did My Good Friends Go?

~Tommy Prince






I called a good friend this weekend, and I ended up going over to his house for a visit over a hunting opportunity we needed to discuss. The last time I saw him was at a Christmas dinner with friends. Which was great, except that the last time I saw him before that was two years ago at another Christmas dinner with friends… It is very unusual for me not to see this good friend as over the years we had pretty much stayed in contact, but I knew he had been very busy with his business and his teenaged children, so I wasn't too worried. 

But he had been one of the few that had kept up with me during that first year of my grief. We would go to lunch together fairly routinely, and he didn't seem to mind asking the hard questions… like, "How are you really doing?" and that was always nice. But it seemed like after the one-year mark hit, he fell off the face of the earth. I chalked it up to his busy-ness, and went on with my life, uh grief, uh life of grief. 

His family was not at home when I went to see him this weekend, so we were able to have a nice visit and even got past all the joking after awhile and entered into some serious talk. He began apologizing to me (which is totally out of character for this cut-up kind of guy) that he has not kept in contact with me any more than he has. His words were something to the effect, 

"I haven't been able to call you --- I've wanted to, but I just haven't known how to comfort you." 

Later on in the conversation however, he admitted, as he is a very honest guy, that 

I really do represent "the unimaginable" to him... 

(as his children are nearing the age that Merry Katherine was when she was killed). 

I reassured him, and pretty much responded to him, 

"To a Child-Loss griever, minimal contact is best. Anything more really feels too intrusive. 
"All I need from you is just an occasional pat on the head  and a little scratch behind my left ear."












Picture, thanks to ~Deeper than Tears: Promises of Comfort and Hope by Terri Gibbs



Sunday, October 28, 2012

Saturday's Sayings - True Grievers






Saturday's Sayings

True Grievers







~via Grieving Mother, Jackie Wergin Trudeau



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To Our Loving Friends Nearby:





~Darlene's Photos


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And Thank you to our Online Friends!



~Words of Wisdom


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~Missing Loved Ones



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~Healing Hugs



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~Grief the Unspoken



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~Steeping through Grief



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Recipe: Raw Grief:




~DrJoanne.com blog



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Message from Our Child in Heaven:





~thanks to Jody Riggs-Martin's son Tony Diaz 12/16/80 - 3/2/2011



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Message to Our Child in Heaven:












First picture, thanks to ~Whoop de doo da

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Tuesday's Trust - Who Can You Trust?





~via Grieving Mother, Jill Compton


Tuesday's Trust 

Who Can You Trust?





Who knew a world-wide-web would be conducive to one-on-one intimacy? About a year into my grief, I heard Elizabeth Edwards say that the key to her surviving the loss of her child was her online friends; and I remember thinking to myself, 

"Here this woman's husband is running for the presidency of the United States and she couldn't find any friends around her to support her in her grief????"

Little did I know, it doesn't matter how many friends and family you have around you, none but the child-loss grievers will have a clue how to help you, (at least after the first week, maybe even up to the first month, and possibly for the first year). Now I find that I too am like Elizabeth Edwards:

I have more of a sense of these sisters-of-the-heart who have lost a child being my "family" than my own sisters and family and friends who just don't "get it." I should say, they do not, cannot, and will not "get it," and therefore they are no longer safe people for me.

Sisters, family, and friends want me back as I "was," and I cannot deliver! As much as I would love to, I cannot return to a world-as-it-once-was as that world did not have to deal with my Having Lost My Baby!!! Acceptance of the unacceptable now has to be a part of my healing, and that makes all the difference in the world in my life now.




~via "Silly Stupid Statuses & Stuff 24/7"


So, I find myself, too, like Elizabeth Edwards, seeking refuge through the internet to have my daily devastating pain touched by other grieving mothers who know, r-e-a-l-l-y  k-n-o-w, the depths of my pain.

It seems I can trust interacting with other grieving mothers via the internet more than I can anywhere else. 



~via Grieving Mother, Jill Compton


Even going to Compassionate Friends meetings, it seems I cannot manage my traumatization level as well, being up-close-and-personal to everyone-in-the-room's pain once-a-month as I can navigating through what I can and can't handle on any given day on the internet. My grief seems to need daily comfort but also a wide variety of support. Any one group of people may not be where I am in my grief, but it seems on the internet, I can safely run across that specific comfort that I may need at the time. If I need affirmations, I know where to go. If I need music to help penetrate the depths of my pain, I know where to go. If I need interpersonal connection, I know where to find it. If I cannot handle the depths of someone else's pain on any given day, I know I can go back on another day and reach out to them, and they to me.




The rain falls merciless from the sky, 
is it because my angel cries?
The thunder echoes my broken heart,
wishing my baby (were) in my arms.
The flood of grief is sometimes (too) deep,
my faith in peace is hard to keep.
The darkness (envelops) my soul,
without her I am not whole.
Clouds surround me everyday,
keeping the light from the sun away. 
I need the warmth on my skin, 
to feel human again.

~Vandy Gibson

~via "Grieving Mothers"



Reaching out via the internet seems to minimize the risk of secondary trauma. I seek refuge there because it is safe whereas reaching out to family or friends, wittingly or unwittingly, they often slip and say a caustic word that sends me plummeting and bringing further injury to my heart and our relationship.

There is no complete healing this side of Heaven, but there is a learning to navigate through my pain by attaining the proper support I need on any given day as I work through the many dimensions of my grief.

Who knew you could be the most intimate on such a "public highway" as the internet to touch the depths of one's pain?!




~via Grieving Father, Tom Zuba








Thursday, October 18, 2012

Thursday's Therapy - 7 Things Child-Loss Grievers Need ~by Grieving Mother, Maureen Hunter







Thursday's Therapy

7 Things Child-Loss Grievers Need

~by Grieving Mother, Maureen Hunter




In the following article, grieving mother Maureen Hunter shares what she perceives as 7 needs of the Child-Loss Griever. They are briefly summarized below and further elucidated in her article following. On Maureen's blog at http://esdeer.com, Maureen graciously provides an e-mail sign-up subscription for those who want to regularly receive her writings, which typically are written weekly. 



7 Things Child-Loss Grievers Need:

  • We so desperately need someone to accept us for who we are as we grieve.
  • When our shoulders are deadened with the weight and burdens of our pain and anguish, oh how comforting it would be to be held and reassured that yes we are strong enough to do this.
  • Whilst there is no one who can understand absolutely what we are going through, we reach out in the hope that someone will understand, if not totally at least a little.
  • To know we’re not crazy after all because we were beginning to think with some certainty that we probably were.
  • An understanding deep in our hearts that our loved ones are safe, protected and ok.
  • The reassurance to know that we never have to let them go, that they will stay connected to us for the remainder of our lives.
  • That somehow, somewhere and with some people they will never be forgotten.



The Needs of Those Who Grieve

by MAUREEN HUNTER on SEPTEMBER 27, 2012


Grieving is an ongoing process of adjusting and adapting to our loss. Over time our needs as those who grieve will change depending on where we are in our grieving and what’s happening in our hearts and in our life.

If we were to write down our needs, they might be different for each one of us, but there are some needs that I believe are common to many who grieve.


When our hearts are broken beyond belief:

We so desperately need someone to accept us for who we are as we grieve. To not judge us, not tell us what to do, not look at us funny because it’s been “too long” but to love us in all our brokenness. A safe place beckons us where we can vent, where we can cry, where we can talk about our anxieties, our fears, our triumphs, our bad days and our better days.  We need to know we can be ourselves and there is someone who will listen with caring and compassion.
When our shoulders are deadened with the weight and burdens of our pain and anguish, oh how comforting it would be to be held and reassured that yes we are strong  enough to do this. Yes we will get through, because it sure does feel at times as if we are far from strong. We can feel so very vulnerable.

Whilst there is no one who can understand absolutely what we are going through, we reach out in the hope that someone will understand, if not totally at least a little. Someone who will get it and have some idea of the depths of what we feel and the devastating impact it is having on our life.
To know we’re not crazy after all because we were beginning to think with some certainty that we probably were. To feel the relief of seeing, reading or hearing someone else express what we have been afraid to; almost makes us want to cry. We are "normal" after all.

An understanding deep in our hearts that our loved ones are safe, protected and ok. That they continue to know of us and to believe in us. That they know of our anguish, that they know we are trying so very hard to live without them. But more importantly that they know of our great love for them. A love that grows stronger each and every day.

The reassurance to know that we never have to let them go, that they will stay connected to us for the remainder of our lives. Even if we go on to form new relationships, move to different places and heal the most broken parts of ourselves to find a new and different life, a part of them will always be with us.

That somehow, somewhere and with some people they will never be forgotten. Their lives will have meant something and their light will shine forever in the words that are spoken, the memories that are shared and the lives that are touched.


I have enjoyed the benefits of Maureen's e-mails myself, and I thank her for her words here, and for her regular contributions on behalf of us fellow grievers!










Picture via "Grieving Mothers," and contributed by grieving mother, Jill Compton

Article: http://esdeer.com/the-needs-of-those-who-grieve/


Monday, May 14, 2012

Tuesday's Trust - "Sacred Hoax"






Tuesday's Trust
"Sacred Hoax"



A contrast of worlds,
A fury spent:
As I will not comply
With their "Sacred Hoax." 
"We will be 'happy' (though
they are not);
You will comply(though I am not). 
A contrast of worlds
A fury spent:
Death amongst life?
Their fury rife... 
"It's not the southern way;
We play pretend ~
As if all were gay,
Not 'Gone with the Wind.'" 
Their Battle Cry
Wants to overpower mine ~
"I've lost my child!"
~ "Oh stop your whine!
We like to play
As if all were gay;
You spoil our party;
Our 'Sacred Hoax' should win!" 
A contrast of worlds,
A fury spent:
I miss my baby girl ~
Reality wins. 
A contrast of worlds ~
Relationships hurled,
For they cannot deal
With what is real. 
Life is not fair,
But God meets me there...










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