Most days our struggle is muted somewhat by work or ‘busy’ stuff. But it is never gone.
The further away from that day our world imploded we get, the more difficult it becomes to survive.
Our adjustment is a constant, organic thing. Our coping abilities are forever shifting, so we never reach a place of true peace.
This continuous need for adjustment is a huge part of why our energy is depleted so easily. And quickly. Grieving is a life long process, which takes a massive toll on the grieving individual. I feel guilty now, that I don’t wail outwardly every single day.
But inside, I am howling like a banshee, just as I did when I first discovered Jaie had taken his own life.
According to Gaelic lore, our family come from the Ó prefix. We originate from the insular Celtic lands. We have our own banshee. Our very own bean chaointe (keening woman). This gives me some solace believing that she is still wailing the first death in 2 generations of Moran’s. I know I had to scream after learning of Jaie’s Suicide. It’s all I wanted to do. However I am the matriarch of our little family and had to care for those dependent upon me. So I let out my keening away from those I protect and kept/keep the lid clamped firmly closed around it.
One thing I’ve noticed though, when I’m upset I generally begin letting this lid vent and I beg the universe for Jaie and his return. Very few people experience this level of devastation from me. Only the very trusted and true. Others may feel I’m trying to use my grief as a way to deflect from issues, but it’s not. I have to release that grief valve or I will not be able to function at ANY level. I do respond differently now, to issues with friends and family.
This is another reason why I limit my contact with people. Not only am I aware I drain quickly, but I can also be a drain on others.
Possibly as I progress along this grief journey I shall eventually be able to control my release valve better. But you know what? I’m human so tough luck for the rest of the world if I don’t.
‘Love Sometimes Comes Like a Dream & Leaves Like a Nightmare’