When we think we are alone in our suffering, we are not making it better for anyone, let alone ourselves.
As a recovering advice-giver, I know how hard it is.
It seems like the act of marriage elicits a divisive response. It is either a worthwhile achievement or an outdated tradition that needs to be abolished.
When someone we love dies, it’s only in our minds or in our dreams where we can visit them. Having something physical that you can see can be healing.
Presence is like kryptonite to the ego.
I’ve come to realize that healing from the death of a loved one is really just a matter of allowing all these emotions to pass through me rather than denying, running, and shutting them down.
I’ve noticed that when I treat my extroverted side with the right mix of ingredients, the introverted side benefits for many days, even months. It’s sort of like a symbiotic relationship.
And unfortunately, there is no “quick fix” or “30-day program” to getting over the death of a loved one. Some scars never heal.