This is heart breaking but so beautifully written, all we have is the time for other and the resilience to keep showing up, that is what it means to be human. Thank you writing something so brave and personal. Keep writing your story x
Thank you so much. And yeah, exactly. Deep down that's all that really matters - to show up, make time, and be there for each other, especially when things get hard 💜
It is really hard to know what to say when people are grieving. I usually just say I'm sorry. And I am sorry for what you're going through. I used to hate it when people said that, but now I feel like it often is all that can be said. I am also dealing with difficulties involving my mother who has been severely mentally ill her whole life (she's 75 now) and has never received any treatment. She's beginning to show signs of something like dementia, though it may be caused by her anxiety disorder. I'm finally coming to terms with the fact that I have to start getting her affairs in order. So basically what I'm saying is, I can relate to what you're going through. Thank you for sharing!
I'm sorry for you as well. I know there aren't words in the English language that fill this gap between what we want to say, like how we see how you're suffering and wish it could be any other way and yet want you to know we're there for you.
I have a lot of feelings on how we hold space for the grieving, but it's more about systemic issues than individual ones. Like the way suffering is almost resigned to only being seen behind closed doors. I've spent time working in disaster relief and seen how sorrow shared on the streets can transcend those barriers in so many ways, like by finding comfort in community, not that there's ever a right way to grieve.
It's funny, I feel like I've found my voice with a lot of things at the moment - I'm writing a book - and so every comment or connection feels like a jump-off point to a mini essay of its own, which wasn't my intention.
I understand the struggles, though. Every time I go back to visit it feels like it's half legal stuff and half making the most of the precious time we do have together, even though it's hard. I hope it will feel like that with your mum, too. I kind of like how getting someone's affairs in order feels like it makes space for more meaningful interaction, both because you don't have it hanging over you as a burden, but also because it does remind us of the beauty of impermanence, and that everything passes, too.
Sending lots of love to you and your mother. None of this is easy, but it also feels like it unlocks a whole deeper level of this human experience thing, like an initiation, almost. I'm glad you share it through your writing, too 💜
This is heart breaking but so beautifully written, all we have is the time for other and the resilience to keep showing up, that is what it means to be human. Thank you writing something so brave and personal. Keep writing your story x
Thank you so much. And yeah, exactly. Deep down that's all that really matters - to show up, make time, and be there for each other, especially when things get hard 💜
It is really hard to know what to say when people are grieving. I usually just say I'm sorry. And I am sorry for what you're going through. I used to hate it when people said that, but now I feel like it often is all that can be said. I am also dealing with difficulties involving my mother who has been severely mentally ill her whole life (she's 75 now) and has never received any treatment. She's beginning to show signs of something like dementia, though it may be caused by her anxiety disorder. I'm finally coming to terms with the fact that I have to start getting her affairs in order. So basically what I'm saying is, I can relate to what you're going through. Thank you for sharing!
I'm sorry for you as well. I know there aren't words in the English language that fill this gap between what we want to say, like how we see how you're suffering and wish it could be any other way and yet want you to know we're there for you.
I have a lot of feelings on how we hold space for the grieving, but it's more about systemic issues than individual ones. Like the way suffering is almost resigned to only being seen behind closed doors. I've spent time working in disaster relief and seen how sorrow shared on the streets can transcend those barriers in so many ways, like by finding comfort in community, not that there's ever a right way to grieve.
It's funny, I feel like I've found my voice with a lot of things at the moment - I'm writing a book - and so every comment or connection feels like a jump-off point to a mini essay of its own, which wasn't my intention.
I understand the struggles, though. Every time I go back to visit it feels like it's half legal stuff and half making the most of the precious time we do have together, even though it's hard. I hope it will feel like that with your mum, too. I kind of like how getting someone's affairs in order feels like it makes space for more meaningful interaction, both because you don't have it hanging over you as a burden, but also because it does remind us of the beauty of impermanence, and that everything passes, too.
Sending lots of love to you and your mother. None of this is easy, but it also feels like it unlocks a whole deeper level of this human experience thing, like an initiation, almost. I'm glad you share it through your writing, too 💜