"Grief can be terrifying.
And why would we not be afraid? Deep in grief, we look up and see the reflection in our mirror is not our own, not us as we have previously known ourselves. We are changed, and we do not recognize the stranger we have become. We long for our old lives, our old selves; we crave meaning and belonging - we ache for them.
The yearning is unquenchable.
And that sense of emptiness propels us toward unsuccessful attempt to fill that person-shaped hole. The distractions we use to take us from our feelings are one way we try to state that emptiness.
The only alternative to distraction is
being with grief - one painful, terrifying moment at a time."
- Dr. Joanne Cacciatore
From Bearing the Unbearable
This passage resonates with me. Because
A was our first child, I had the luxury of throwing myself into my grief. I didn't have living children who needed me to be functional.
E stayed home with me for the first two weeks. After that, I had another 4 weeks of maternity leave to hole up and relinquish myself to the waves of emotions. It was exhausting; it was ugly and most of the time I wondered if any of the grief work was having an effect.
In retrospect, I do believe that those early weeks and months of devoting myself to processing A's death and being with the grief put me in a better place when
Dragon came along. Once we had a living baby, there was hardly a spare minute to cry and breakdown. If I hadn't faced my grief head-on in those early months, I wouldn't be the functional person I am today.
Not that there isn't a place for distraction in traumatic grief. E and I binge watched every season of The Big Bang Theory (online shows meant no chance of diaper commercials triggering a meltdown). I guess, like most of life, it's about balance. Balancing distraction and "being with grief." And, like most of life, it's easier said than done.