According
to different articles about dealing with grief and the stages of grief, pain is
either not listed as one of the steps or is listed second. However, for me pain
was first and always. The intense pain of loss has doubled me over, left me
sobbing as I hug a pillow, caused me to doubt my sanity.
Yes,
I smile, I laugh. I joke sometimes, but inside a background of heartache
remains. I know why bards, authors, and poets over the centuries wrote and sang
of heartache: The pain one feels when deeply hurt centers in the chest, and
that location remains the spot the pain resides.
Even
though we can’t erase the pain, although some people take refuge in medication
and/or alcohol, we can work through it, around it, and despite it. Of course,
pain may not leave us, in time it can lessen until we learn to live with it and
the unexpected waves that can hit from time to time forever. How can one deal
with this crippling pain?
One
way is to face the anguish. Easy, no, but sooner or later, the pain must be
confronted, even if we want to do anything to dull it. Over medicating, depending
on alcohol, oversleeping, or jumping into other activities that sedate us with
distractions does not solve the problem. We can’t run hard enough or fast
enough to avoid the pain. Sooner or later it will catch us. However, we shouldn’t
wallow in the deep pain for an extended period of time. Doing so results in
self-pity and paralyzes us.
Next,
we need to “let the pain out.” Even if
we don’t normally cry much, we need to allow the tears flow. If we want to
throw something, we should, making sure we don’t hurt ourselves or anyone else.
Cleaning out closets, drawers, or cabinets gives physical and emotional
release. Taking long drives or walks, screaming at the top of our lungs
(somewhere we don’t startle others), making a book of memories – anything that
allows us to release the pain without hurting ourselves or others is
appropriate. We need to learn how to drawn on our inner emotional strength and
faith and to learn how to cope with the pain. I often offer a short inner pray
for strength throughout the day.
One
idea given in most writings about dealing with pain is to share our pain with
others. The experts say it’s healthy to find people who will take care of us
when we suffer: friends, counselors, pastors. What those experts don’t say is
what to do when our suffering continues and no one wants to be bothered any
longer. That’s when I turn to writing. No, writing does not take the place of a
listening ear, but it’s better than brooding.
Also,
people who aren’t compassionate do not help us work through our pain. Some
people do not understand what we’re experiencing, even if they have lost a
loved one. Different people go through the stages of grief in a different order
than others do. Some take longer to work their way through a phrase. Most of us
go through some steps more than once. Therefore, if someone tells us, “I don’t
know why you’re not pass this stage by now,” or “I didn’t take this long,”
dismiss that person from your life until you don’t need a comforting shoulder.
Don’t
do anything while in pain that we may regret later. For example, keep mementos
that may be comforting later. We think we will always remember, but our
memories do fade. I have many photos of Robert, many keepsakes, but I do not
have a recording of his voice. I can’t remember the sound of his voice.
We
do need to keep mementos out in the open if they are constant reminders of our
pain. Have a special box or other pace to store them.
Finally,
don’t be embarrassed or ashamed to seek professional help if needed. If the
pain continues without abatement and seems to worsen, then asking for help is
required. Even in the midst of pain, we should have brief times of relief.
The
pain of loss will never completely leave. My baby died over 46 years ago, and I
still have periods of pain from her loss. The pain has become muted and more
bearable over the years, but it never disappeared. Each loss we experience
changes our lives, and we have to find a way to live with the changes,
including the pain.
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