How to Grieve

Mar. 30, 2011
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Have something awful happen to you. An accident, a death—something that leaves you winded and unsure how to proceed with your life. “I knew how to exist before, but I’m confused now. I think I’ve actually forgotten how to be. Someone must give me a map…a clue….a reassuring smile.”

Have everything around you sound like white noise. Simple errands are now met with the ultimate resistance. Going to the corner store feels like a climb to the top of Mount Everest because there are invisible weights on your chest, on your brain, on your arms, on your legs. Everything just drags: Feet, time, mouth. Limp.

Don’t drink or do drugs. That would be the worst thing you could do. Everything would feel amplified, your grief would be in HD. You would cry and shake like a little leaf, and your friends’ faces would go ashen every time you would take a sip of “I don’t wanna feel” juice. The ironic thing about using drugs and alcohol as a way to numb yourself is that it often just makes your misery feel more raw. It will put a flimsy coat over your nerves but one wrong move and you’ve turned into jelly on the floor. You’re back at square -4 with a hangover.

Realize you have to feel everything 100% in order to actually get past it. Get weirdly excited if you start to sob in the cat food aisle at Walgreen’s because it means your mind is in the mood to process things. Welcome the tears and remember that every time you’re miserable and crying, you’re actually being slowly brought back to life. Crying at commercials, crying to the lady who’s selling you a candle, crying to your rug: All of these things are normal. Not crying is the real freak on a leash moment. You better pray those tears come down eventually. It’s your only chance at eventually feeling good again.

Move into The Bell Jar for a sec. Don’t get out of bed, don’t touch your food, and waste away in a nightgown. Only sign a month long sublet though. You can never sign a year lease at The Bell Jar. It’s always in and out. You have your moment and then it’s done. There will always be someone right behind you ready to take your place.

For the first time in your life, you might have to make a conscious decision to be happy. You’ll have to actively work at maintaing a positive mindset, have to strain and sweat to even feel an ounce of “okay.” Before the terrible thing that happened to you, happiness was expected, an absolute guarantee. That was just one of the luxuries you lost.

It’s really cheesy but Michelle Williams once said after the death of Heath Ledger that “Grief is like a slow-moving river”, and it’s true. You’re never completely out of the woods; there will always be days that will feel like the first day. The goal is to face grief every time it says “Sup?” and be like, “What the fuck? You again? I thought I banished you after a year of therapy! Ugh, fine. What do you want to do today? Lie in bed and listen to sad songs all day? Fine! But you leave tomorrow!”

Things will never be like they once were. You’ll never be like you once were. But this is how things work, this is what life is all about. You were never the same after the first time someone broke your heart and you’ll never be the same after you experience a tragedy. These losses will change you in important ways. Now it’s your job to not let them swallow you up completely. TC mark

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  • http://twitter.com/kyleangeletti Kyle Angeletti

    i liked this, and i think you did a pretty good job of providing a synopsis into something that's very difficult to portray in a short essay.

    however, this point – “Things will never be like they once were.” is one i have to disagree with; to come full circle with mourning is to hope the exact opposite of this statement.

    that things will indeed be restored to how they were before. things will balance out. life will go on as it did, you will just perceive it differently.

    but i fully agree with this – “You’ll never be like you once were.”

    you'll never be the same, but the world around us certainly will be. it'll just be absent an important, life shaping part of it.

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=707272007 Alex Thayer

    i like the part about crying.

  • Dani Canlas

    “Realize you have to feel everything 100% in order to actually get past it.” Truth.

  • DiTrapano

    I love this. Grief in HD.

  • xtos

    THIS IS HOW YOU FUCKING WRITE AN ARTICLE IN SECOND PERSON.

    very touching read, you're easily one of my favorite authors on this site.

  • LDN

    I've been awake all night (it's 6.30am in England at the moment) drinking alcohol and FINALLY crying about my brother dying suddenly a month ago. Obviously I cried when I saw him, the week before his funeral etc but as soon as the 'big' stuff was over I just couldn't. Today I drank to MAKE myself just let it out and make it fuck right off again.

    I loved this article. It made me cry some more – and I needed that.

  • http://riverjames.blog.com/ River James

    Great short article on grief. After little over a year since losing David I am processing my own despair by writing and rewriting pages and pages over and over. You sum it up in a few poignantly simple and plainly real paragraphs.

    (I shared this and the above paragraph on Facebook )

    Then I look you up and you're only 24! wow. Now I'm even more impressed. Good work. I wish I could've written this instead of the opus I'm undertaking and over-writing. It's my blog “River Deep” at http://riverjames.blog.com/ by the way. lol

    River James

    ps I'll look for something to send to you via email as per your request in your Thought Catalog profile.

  • http://twitter.com/LookItsJessica Jessica P

    As someone wading through the slow-moving river of grief, I seriously needed this post tonight. Thank you.

  • Joy J.

    How is it possible that I am always able to relate to your writing…

  • Ejoliat

    My daughter, 9 at the time of her father's sudden death, referred to the white noise as “thunder in her head” .

  • http://eskimosoap.tumblr.com eskimosoap

    Thank you for this post. It'll get me through the night.

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