Let's Walk This Journey Together

Author: Keani Gifford (Page 1 of 2)

Scheduling a Funeral Sucks: Let Someone Help You

When my husband passed away, I had to make a lot of difficult decisions. One of those decisions was when to hold the funeral. We lived in Utah at the time, but we were burying him in Washington state. The most sensible timing of events was a problem though.

I worked out the schedule by days of the week. Saturday was the funeral program in Utah. Sunday we rested. Monday we would rent the U-Haul and transport his casket to Washington. (It felt weird transporting a casket with my dead husband in a U-Haul, but that is what we did.) Tuesday evening the funeral home would unload his casket. Wednesday we would hold the burial.

Sound’s reasonable right? Well, what was left of my heart in the gaping hole in my chest dropped in my stomach when I looked at the calendar. The day of the burial was my husband’s 35th birthday. I frantically rearranged the schedule to no avail. Every time I thought it I had it worked out, a bad feeling overcame me. The only plan I felt peace with was the original one.

His family was less than enthused about the schedule. They all came over to “discuss” the situation. When I finally and simply stated, “I’m not changing the date,” one of his family members stormed out of my home, slamming the front door behind them. If there’s one thing I don’t tolerate, it’s slamming doors.

I got up to give them a piece of my mind but stopped as soon as I got out the door. It would do no good to go after them. All I would accomplish is create more rifts in an already tense and difficult time. So what did I do? I balled my fists and walked back inside with a great deal of anger filling me.

They were wrong to storm out, but I realized later that I also bore some of the blame. I failed to fully explain my reasoning why I refused to change the date. I didn’t share the struggle I went through when solidifying the schedule. That burden was mine to bear, but looking back I should have been more forthcoming with my struggle.

Hindsight sucks because it doesn’t really account for the emotional and mental state of everyone in the situation. Objectivity is often clearer when looking back. I should have let them help me bear the burden of that problem. They could have asked why I chose that day. Maybe they did at one point. I don’t remember. All I do remember was both emotional and logical arguments for why the date impacted them. I could have given them the opportunity to understand, but I didn’t.

The moral of the story for me is it’s okay to share your burden when struggles come your way. Even if that sharing it just telling someone. Having an ally who understands can make a difference. Circumstances and emotions get in the way of rational thinking; however, perhaps the next time I am confronted with a difficult decision, I will confide my reasoning with those who are impacted.

How to Include Self-care in Your Everyday Life

Self-care is extremely important as I discussed in one of my previous posts. Now it’s time to figure out how self-care works. What do you do? Is it just going out with friends? Is it that pint of ice cream in the grocery store fridge calling your name? Let’s look at a couple of ways you can apply self-care to better your life.

The Pillars of Self-care

My research for this post lead me to a concept of self-care “pillars”. There are varying opinions on how many pillars there are, but seven seemed to be the most excepted. Macy Burkett of the University of Kansas wrote an article about these seven pillars. They are mental, emotional, spiritual, physical, environmental, recreational, and social.

It was great to see a breakdown of how to support your overall self-care needs, but the more I delved into the topic of these pillars, the more overwhelmed I became. Advice suggested making sure to include at least one or two things for each of those categories to ensure you are taking care of all your self-care needs.

A Different Set of Pillars

The feeling I got from the initial concept of the pillars as explained above was not of relief and enjoyment. It was a to-do list. Another thing to track and balance. The I came across a different set of the seven pillars when perusing the International Self-Care Foundation’s website. They are a little different as seen in the graphic below.

The second set of pillars are much closer to what I feel represents a good balance of self-care. It is more attuned to overall health than a to-do list. Pillars such as good hygiene and knowledge/health literacy are things a lot of people don’t think of as self-care, but it is. Did you know that something as simple as brushing your teeth is a form of self-care? You lower your risk for certain heart problems just by sticking that little brush with some paste on it in your mouth each day.

Let’s not pretend that everyone brushes their teeth every day, twice a day, and follows up with flossing. I’ll be honest and say I’m one of those who struggle with this simple task. It’s not reality for many other people as well for a multitude of reasons. Depression is a big one, but not the only reason why poor dental care occurs.

Depression is a vicious cycle. You have little energy. You feel useless, unimportant, like an embarrassment. Facing the world is overwhelming. Brushing your teeth, taking a shower, making something to eat other than cereal means you have to get up and look in the mirror. However, doing it helps you feel like you have accomplished something that day.

Another Way to Think of Self-care

I decided to simplify the concept for my own well-being. The only way for me to do that was to be a nerd and analyze the information. Here’s what I came up with.

So many of the activities found in each of the pillars could count for multiple categories. Why have specific categories when there is so much crossover? It made more sense to me to classify self-care under two categories: external and internal.

External self-care covers anything that influences your outer being. This could include your environment (the state of your house or desk) or your physical health (losing weight or personal hygiene are common examples). Internal self-care covers anything to do with your inner being. Your mental, spiritual, and emotional health falls into this category. Sometimes that pint of ice cream is just what you need in that moment – just be careful not to make a habit of it.

Under each category you have a choice of performing specific activities or embracing a different way of life. For example, external activities could include yoga, rock climbing, engaging in a hobby, or organizing your space. Keeping your environment organized is more of a different way of life than it is performing a specific activity. Internal activities could include meditation, attending church, socially interacting with others, or setting healthy boundaries with your friends and family.

Simply making sure I am covering both internal and external self-care brings me more peace and less stress than the pillars. That doesn’t always work for everyone. The act of organizing the activities to make sure they are covering all aspects of self-care in their life could be cathartic for others.

A Personal Example

At one point, my finances were very tight. (I’m still there in fact.) I had been so careful not to spend anything on me. Everything went to the bills or was used by my late husband. This went on for so long, I couldn’t even remember the last time I bought something frivolous for myself. So I did it. I bought myself something small like a candy bar and immediately felt relief. For the first time in a long time, I let myself enjoy the fruits of my labors. That little treat was my self-care in that moment.

The most important thing to remember is to love yourself. Remember you are loved. Whether you realize it or not, there are always people who are watching and praying for you. You may never know what an impact you are for those around you. Take care of yourself. You will find happiness in the process. I’m trying to apply those principles every day. Sometimes I fail, sometimes I succeed. Either way, it’s important to try. Let’s try together.

Remember the Dream and Take the Hard Way

I don’t usually pay too much attention to my dreams. They are weird and often uncomfortable. Recently, however, I had a dream that I couldn’t ignore. A dream with a recurring theme.

A construction site with detours often appears in my dreams. I always end up at either a dead end of sorts or a road with rough terrain. Sometimes the end of the road is literally an end that drops off into a hole with the road beginning again on the other side of the hole; sometimes others are following me (not in a creepy way). The dreams are always different, but have that same theme of construction and a detour leading to nowhere.

The Dream

A couple weeks ago, I had another dream with the same theme. I was traveling on a road and encountered a construction zone. At first I thought I was going to get stuck somewhere in the middle of nowhere again, but the construction zone morphed into a smaller construction area that allowed traffic to go around rather than sending everyone on a big detour. The road changed to a rural road with black ice.

My dad was driving our old 1981 Volkswagen Vanagon in that moment. He was slipping around a lot, so I asked to take over. I was slipping around some too until we reached a pile of small boulder-size rocks blocking the road. The right side of the road was a wall of mountain, while the left side was the edge of a cliff. The rocks blocking the road were also covered in ice, but I could see a bit of a path that we could work our way through. The path led us to the edge on the left. We couldn’t stop before we fell onto a wide ledge below the cliff face.

The ledge had a decently even dirt road leading next to the cliffside down to a plateau where people parked while they watched the scenery. It was essentially a dead end that didn’t interest me or feel right. The cliff face from the ledge to the road was maybe 20 feet. Not a massive drop, but much too far to get the car up to the road. I stood there wondering what to do.

The Potential Interpretation

This dream bothered me more than usual, so I shared it with my daughter. Her first thoughts when I was describing the dream was Lehi and Nephi’s dream of the iron rod. For those who are unfamiliar with the dream, I’ll give a quick summary.

A prophet dreamed about an iron rod leading to a beautiful tree with the most wonderous and appetizing fruit. Off to the side was a river and beyond the river was “a great and spacious building”. In the great and spacious building were people who partied like frat boys. Many of them were pointing and making fun of those who were heading to the tree. Surrounding the iron rod was a black fog too thick to see through. Some people were walking near the rod without holding on, while others were lost in the darkness.

The main symbols of the vision represent: the tree was the Tree of Life, the iron rod was the gospel, and the great and spacious building was the world of men. The plateau in my dream specifically brought the great and spacious building to my daughter’s mind. The question that was left was to decide how to get back to the road—the iron rod.

What was the first thing she said when I expressed how I didn’t want to go down to the plateau? “Then climb.” I had not even thought to climb out because I needed the car. Her response about what to do when I got back to the road? “So walk.” Those were such easy answers, regardless of the difficulties that would come from following her suggestions. The climb would not be long, but it would be hard. I didn’t know for sure if the road would still be covered in ice when I reached the top. I would have to leave everything behind and take the hard way.

The Application

I think I know what the plateau and the climb represent, but it’s not easy to follow through. Who wants to take the hard way and climb—even if it is only 20 feet? I prayed hard and received my answer. Life According to Gribble was my answer. This blog was what I was prompted to start with. So here I am sharing my literal dreams with you!

So What’s My Point?

The point I would like to make is the fact that I think we all know that the easy way is not always the right way. I have many projects to work on. My novel editing business needs a big push. My home needs to be decluttered and actually unpacked so it doesn’t hold me down like it does now. There are several anthologies I would like to participate in; one of which will be with my writer’s group. I also need to revise my novel and get it published by the beginning of November.

None of those things are as simple as they might seem to some of you. I will need to approach each project with careful consideration and the knowledge that it will all be very hard. I will simply need to remember the dream and take the hard way. Not advice many would receive. This, however, is what I have been telling myself over the last couple of weeks. Each time it gets hard to get up and do what I know I need to do, I tell myself, “Remember the dream and take the hard way.”

Some of you might also be in extremely challenging turning points. You might not need to take the hard way, but it could be the better way in the end. If what I feel is correct, the hard way up to the road will be relatively short at this point.

I don’t know what will happen once I get there. I could encounter ice or clear roads. Maybe I will find myself alone, missing the companionship of those I had to leave behind to climb on their own, or I could be surrounded by others who are ready to give me a hand up the rest of the way. It would be fantastic if they had a car so I didn’t have to walk, but the peace of walking for a while could be refreshing and help my mental health. In the end, I need to find a way for myself.

Your lives will be different. Just remember, it’s okay to take the hard way if that is the direction you need to go to get back to the road. Remember your own dreams and take the hard way if that is the right way.

My Bi-Polar Disorder is Visiting a Major Depressive State

My deck is stacked with difficult cards. I am both physically and spiritually exhausted. Is the physical exhaustion I’m feeling due to the physical inactivity aspect from when I shut down after BJ died? But it’s been eight years since that major shut down.

I’m wondering if that’s what my body and mind are trying to do. Am I shutting down again? Why? What is the catalyst this time? Before BJ died, I shut down twice. The first was when I lost my job due to the company closing. That lasted about six months. The second was after my last miscarriage. That episode lasted around three to four months. It was years after BJ died to emerge from the shutdown.

While writing this post, I realized that my exhaustion right now is a sign of the bi-polar depressive state I feared was emerging when I wrote a previous post a month ago. Identifying the source of such feelings as being something in my brain chemistry is both freeing and frustrating.

I take medication to help stabilize my moods and prevent super high mania and super low depression. Medications, however, are not a perfect remedy. For those who think they can take a pill and be all better when dealing with chronic issues, mental or physical, here is your gentle reminder that it’s not true. Chronic issues are not usually curable. There will always be a need for treatment in some form. Special diets, medication, therapy, et cetera.

So where do I go from here? The answer is move forward. Get up and do what I need to do as best as I can. How do you get up and do things when you are so far down. Yes, knowing the source is helpful because I now know what I’m fighting. It’s also difficult because you see what you need to do and kick yourself down when you don’t get up and do it. I know I will be “called out” for blaming those shortcomings on an illness at some point. It’s just an excuse in their opinion. Those who truly understand the situation will realize the illness is actually an explanation.

I need to try to get up and do what I can knowing that some of those times I really can’t get myself up. It’s not because I’m lazy, it’s because I just don’t have it in me to move forward in that moment. And I need to give myself permission to say, “That’s okay.” The key is to keep trying. That is what the Lord wants from all of us. Leave the past in the past and keep moving forward in the degrees you know you can.

The Many Origins of Grief

Death is often the first thing people in general think of in relation to grief. They would be wrong. The origins of grief come from a loss of something important, not just the death of something important.

An initiative designed to normalize and destigmatize grief called Speaking Grief stated:

Grief is a set of experiences that involves the perceived loss that someone has around a person, a situation, an event, a happening, that changes the way that they physically, emotionally, spiritually, react and respond to the world around them.

So, if we’re thinking about the way that we’re taught that grief is, we’re taught that it just involves a death event, a death of a loved one. But grief actually encompasses a series of losses, and a series of change, and has to do with how we integrate that change into our day-to-day functioning.

Alesia Alexander, LCSW, Grief, Loss, and Inclusion Consultant

The Other Sources

The phrase I would like to concentrate on is, “grief actually encompasses a series of losses”. Death is not the only origin of grief. Below is a list of other sources of grief. Please know that this is not an exhaustive list.

Miscarriage

While miscarriage is a form of death, it is one not always acknowledged as an origin of grief. I have experienced two miscarriages. The first experience occurred with my first pregnancy. It happened when I was 13 weeks along, but I didn’t really grieve with that one. That might sound awful, but I also had a deep understanding of how the body is learning to create a new life. It doesn’t always succeed the first time.

It was the second miscarriage that really got me. I was maybe six weeks along. While this may be a little graphic, I saw the little embryo on the toilet paper when I wiped. The tiny forming spine was surrounded by a small, clear sack with fluid in it.

I was crushed. Seeing the embryo brought a new level of loss to me. I’ve successfully carried three other children. Why would my body reject a harmless and amazing creation? Grief appeared, front and center. I lost my job because I shut down.

Miscarriage is most certainly an origin of grief. Those who experience it understand this in a deep way.

Divorce

Divorce is essentially the death of a relationship. If children are involved, the loss is more complicated. Both my sister and best friend have gone through this process. Emotional abuse was a heavy factor in both cases. Physical abuse, financial problems, and infidelity are additional examples of why couples divorce and grief is a companion to the hardships to follow.

Major Catastrophic Event

Major catastrophic events can be both natural and of a man-made variety—think the terrorist attack on 9/11. Catastrophes cause major physical and emotional damage. They also cause damage to a person’s mental health. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) is one of the most common mental health disorders following tragic events. Losing the safety of home, the memories associated with photos and special possessions, important documents required for legal purposes, and so much more strips a person of their identity. Loss associated with major catastrophic events is a catalyst for grief to take hold.

Loss of Innocence

Not only can the loss of innocence refer to moving from one stage of life to another, but also the emotional of physical journey one could travel. Think of a road trip that ends with a broken-down car. Experiencing the need to be rescued brings a new understanding of helplessness.

Let’s look at another example. Think about a cancer survivor. They experienced the grief associated with their loss of health but are now in remission. The pain and fear associated with their battle with cancer has changed them in ways no other experience could. Their grief moves into one associated with their loss of innocence. They have the joy from beating the disease, but their worldview has changed completely.

Loss of Health

Alzheimer’s. Arthritis. Lou Gehrig’s disease. So many diseases erode the body, stealing the functions that used to come so easily. Grieving the loss of mobility to do something as simple as getting out of bed is natural. What about a person with a weakened immune system? They grieve the loss of where they can go to avoid common diseases that could be life threatening to them. Those examples are just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to loss of health.

I’m not old, but neither am I young. My joints are starting to become arthritic. Flexibility, though never amazing, is decreasing. I can’t go on a trip without my medication. Stamina is no longer strong enough to get through a conference without missing a breakout or two to rest my body and brain. Thinking is occasionally not as easy as it once was.

Loss of health happens to all of us in one way or another and grief will naturally walk as our companion when facing the loss.

Loss of the Unobtained

This grief origin is not often thought of when it comes to the subject, but it is vital all the same. Think about a couple who is infertile. It could be the woman or the man whose body will not allow the miracle of life to occur. They will both have to come to terms with something they never had. It is a loss of something that is unobtained.

Wishing to be married but unable to find their life partner. Working toward a goal that never comes. Discovering a specific talent you are working to develop is no longer possible. Navigating a career path that doesn’t lead to the right opportunities. There are so many reasons we grieve for things we don’t have.

Cindy Baldwin was one of the keynote speakers at a conference called Storymakers 2024. She has lived with cystic fibrosis for her entire life. Life is not easy. Her health is constantly difficult to navigate. I am sure just delivering a phenomenal speech in front of hundreds of conference goers was a challenge to say the least. It’s probably safe to say she grieves for a level of health she has never had.

Conclusion

Whether your grief is less extreme or life altering, you are still grieving. There is still hope to navigate your new state of being. Research more about grief and how others with a similar situation handle their grief. Support groups are a wonderful resource. The biggest takeaway is: Don’t Give Up. Small or large, you are worth the victories that come with your challenges.

The Importance of Self-Care

One of my friends mentioned how they have been living in a difficult situation. The most important thing about the situation was their overwhelming role in the household. They went to work, came home to take manage the house, care for the children, and went to bed only to wake up the next day to do it all over again. Sound familiar? They are by no means the first or last person to live that way. It’s not a lifestyle choice. It’s the circumstances we find ourselves in for one reason or another.

Mental health comes in many flavors. Functioning, semi-functioning, and non-functioning is my breakdown. Remember that with mental health, just like physical health, people sometimes move both ways on the scale. A person who is non-functioning due to major depression can eventually work their way back up to a semi-functioning or functioning state. There are always exceptions, but for some it is possible.

The Pendulum of Life

At this point in my life, I am in a semi-functioning state. My bi-polar disorder (BPD) holds me back in many ways. Not everyone realizes that BPD does not mean they experience severe fluctuating moods throughout the day. BPD shifts from mania or depressive and back over the course of weeks and months. My sister and I equate the process to a swinging pendulum in a grandfather clock. I can be in a depressive state for months. Commitments will fall through, my bedroom becomes a cave, sometimes I pig out on sweets, and my children miss me. Then the pendulum swings, and I’m in my manic state.

While I love my manic state, because I actually accomplish tasks, it doesn’t usually last more than a couple of weeks—maybe a month. I have medication which helps regulate my BPD, but medication is not the end all be all cure, and it’s not the only thing I need. Self-care is also a vital part of treating my BPD.

Define Self-Care

The most concise definition of self-care came from my alma mater, Southern New Hampshire University. They said, “Self-care refers to anything that you do to keep yourself mentally, emotionally, physically, socially, and spiritually healthy.” Even small acts of self-care in your daily life can have a big impact.

Why is it so important?

The National Institute of Mental Health provides even more information on self-care stating:

Self-care means taking the time to do things that help you live well and improve both your physical health and mental health. This can help you manage stress, lower your risk of illness, and increase your energy. Even small acts of self-care in your daily life can have a big impact.

National Institute of mental Health

Self-care impacts all aspects of our lives. The International Self-Care Foundation points out that something as simple as brushing and flossing your teeth could impact our heart health. With my friend, the gettogether we attended was their moment of self-care. They had a night to do what they wanted to do, not what they had to do. That time of relief is important to balance their needs with a break.

Remember that self-care doesn’t have to be static. You don’t need to do the same thing at the same time every week or month. If you have the opportunity and enjoy the activity, do it! Go with the flow and trust yourself to stop when life starts to get really hard. Take a moment to breath before facing life again.

I’ll write another post soon about how self-care is done. Stay tuned!

What is Grief?

I recently spoke at the Storymakers Conference, a writer’s conference sponsored by the Storymaker’s Guild. The class was The Reality of Grief and How it can Strengthen your Character and took a deep dive into certain aspects of grief. I was able to share a lot of great information that I feel you would find interesting as well, so I decided to do a series of posts on grief.

The first thing that needs to be established when talking about grief is to know what grief actually is. I’ve spoke before on here about my mental health diagnoses. At one point, I wondered if grief was another one we had yet to officially add to my list.

Diagnosis Disagreements

Not everyone agrees with certain mental health diagnoses. They feel they are just labels. That’s not necessarily true in my opinion, but they do have a point. Here are my thoughts on the matter.

According to the DSM-5TR (basically the bible of mental health diagnoses in the USA), grief is classified under a diagnosis of Prolonged Grief Disorder. The mental health community is not all in consensus regarding the changes made in the DSM-5 (hence the text revision version), and Prolonged Grief Disorder was one of the entries that caused disagreements.

Prolonged Grief Disorder specifically refers to death as the cause of grief. Grief doesn’t originate just from death. We’ll talk more about that in a future post. If the mental health community can’t agree on the conditions for a specific diagnosis, is the diagnosis actually applicable in the first place? Is the diagnosis just a label to add to a list of other mental health labels?

Is a Diagnosis a Label?

Labels are useful when they give you information about the subject in question. Think about a pile of flour and a pile of powdered sugar. Labels would certainly help when you are trying to bake a cake. You will know what substance you are dealing with and how to properly handle it. The same thing applies to a diagnosis. Knowing what you’re dealing with helps when seeking treatment.

When I thought about my own “list of labels”, I decided that I didn’t need to add grief to the list. I already knew I was dealing with grief, so having an official diagnosis wasn’t necessary for me. In this case, it would have been a label.

So What is Grief Then?

In my opinion, grief is a continuous state of being. There are stages to the grief process, however, those stages are not in the nice linear steps everyone thinks about.

Check out the diagram posted on a website called Speaking Grief.

Notice how the experience expected is nice and clean. It leads to an arrow pointing you out of the process and on to normal life as you knew it prior to the grief event. That is not the way it works.

On the right side of the diagram you see grief is a messy and sporadic process that never ends. No arrow points the way out. You may spend years in the acceptance stage only to suddenly move to the depression or anger sections of the experience for no rhyme or reason.

Grief is a state of being that affects everyone in a different but similar way. I’ve been dealing my major grief for 8 years now. Others have been through the process for much longer, but the experience remains a new state of being. A phoenix living its life to burn and rise again.

Fighting Your Brain Chemistry Sucks – Depression Strikes Again

The Bi-Polar pendulum is swinging. I can feel it. I’ve spent a good part of my life in a depressive state. With meds, I have been able to have more time in a “manic” state (or what other have told me is likely a “normal” state of mind).

I’m scared of the swing. Some think mental health is an excuse, but it’s not. It’s a real thing. I don’t want to feel down and out. Just retraining my behavior doesn’t make things all better. While it can help, other factors are involved. Chemical and hormone changes in my brain greatly influence my state of mind. It makes depression harder to fight. Medication helps regulate those changes, but it’s not a perfect fix either.

I was reading an account of Elder Shayne M Bowen’s time on his mission with The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in Chile. He and his mission companion had been arrested and separated amid political unrest. He prayed to Heavenly Father saying, “I am nothing special, but I have been obedient and I need Thy help tonight.” He did receive the comfort he needed that night. He stated, “the seeds of this help had been planted many years earlier.”

A couple thoughts occurred to me when I read this. The first being, whether we feel like nothing and down in depression, we need to remember that we will be blessed if we stay obedient to what we know is true. Depression is no joke. It is often paralyzing in my life. Getting up is more than challenging. Having the energy to shower and dress is practically non-existent. I know I’m not the only one who feels this way.

I believe it is important to remember these challenges are not without reason or hope. That’s also not as easy as it sounds. Looking for spiritual aid has helped me. Knowing there must be a reason for the pendulum swinging back and forth gives me a sliver of hope that I will be free when my time comes to reunite with my husband.

Not dwelling on the past is a problem for me. Intrusive thoughts break into my calm moments and cause deep anxiety. It’s okay to look for help from past lessons. Depression will not magically go away, but I know I can potentially find some comfort while I work through the down times. Comfort is a miraculous blessing.

The message I’m trying to learn is remembering I am not nothing—even if I can’t get myself up and doing the things that are necessary. I am special to someone—even if I don’t always believe it. I know God is real—even if I sometimes feel forsaken. Others have gone through similar experiences, so I’m not alone. If I can’t think of anyone during those moments of my depressed mental state, I know Christ felt it. He knows, so I need to look to Him for help in the dark times.

Butterfly vs Phoenix – What’s the Most Accurate Symbol for Grief?

After my husband passed away, I went looking for support groups to help for coping with grief. Everywhere I turned I found the image of a butterfly. It was almost like the universal symbol of getting over a tragedy, and that bothered me.

I have always loved the butterfly (Gribble is a caterpillar after all). The butterfly is a beautiful symbol with a beautiful message. Unfortunately, the butterfly metaphor is simply too froo-froo for real life loss and tragedy. No, my froo-froo comment is not meant to hurt any creatures’ feelings, insect or otherwise.

The Phoenix

I prefer to think of the phoenix when it comes to this journey through tragedy and loss. The phoenix simply lives its life until one day flames burst from within to consume it completely. From its ashes rises an ugly little hatchling. But that hatchling will learn and grow and one day become an awe-inspiring phoenix again. 

Just like the phoenix, we too experience a fire that consumes us until we are nothing but a pile of useless and messy ash. The pain of loss isn’t something you can truly prepare for. Even those who know the end is coming still can’t fully prepare for the shock of that final goodbye—walking away from the empty, puppet-like body that first time.

The shock is like a lightning strike. We are instantly consumed by the burning fire of every nerve in our body prickling everywhere at once. Peacefully sleep in a safe cocoon while the flames lick at our souls with searing heat doesn’t work. We are forced to stand there in pain and suffer through every agonizing moment. The funeral, telling the rest of the family, wills, finances, living arrangements, etc. slap the bereaved in the face. When the burning eventually dies down, we are left in a very vulnerable state.

The Hard Work of a New Life

Nothing but the hard work of restarting our lives again exists. Well, except without the heart that was ripped from our chest like that unfortunate sacrificial slave in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. We don’t get to emerge with beautiful wings and fly off to peacefully live out the rest of our lives. Free to fly around, taunting innocent children holding silly nets.

We are left as a hatchling that doesn’t know what to do. How do you sweep up the messy ashes of our new beginning? If you’ve ever had to sweep up ashes in a fireplace, you will know that it takes a lot more than a broom and dustpan to clean up the mess. It’s a long drawn out process that gets everywhere before the world is set as close to right as possible.

Through that process, we have the opportunity to become as beautiful as the firebird we were with bold, vivid colors. The butterfly doesn’t pass through the heart wrenching pain of tragedy and loss. We are a phoenix whose end is as fiery and challenging as its beginning.

Gribble’s Perspective

Now you are probably wondering why Gribble, our friendly caterpillar, supports this distinction. We discussed the delicate topic at length before he explained his perspective beautifully saying:

“The Phoenix can have all the glory as a symbol of grief. My kind seek to inspire an innocent, loving hope for the future. At some point, those who are marred by the fiery scars of great loss will grow enough and heal enough and be confident enough to emerge from that moment of grief. They will finally be strong enough to show the world their flying colors. But grief never fully resolves. There are always moments when their inner phoenix flares up. It is at those moments when my fellow Lepidoptera and I will be right there with a fresh bottle of Aloe for our friend.”

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You Are Worth It!

Do any of you remember Orkut? It was social media platform that launched in 2004 and shut down only a decade later, so I won’t hold it against you if you don’t remember it. In fact, the most popular population to use it were Brazilians. (p. 192)

Orkut’s ultimate demise came from issues revolving around its functionality. (p. 193) Problems such as friend limits and photo sharing quality inhibited the user experience. The platform simply wasn’t flexible enough to meet consumer needs. Was the issue the software itself? Was the issue because the developers chose not to update those features for some reason? Or was it because they didn’t know it was an issue until it was too late?

Orkut’s problem relates very much to our lives. How flexible are we? Do we have software (mental health) issues that are difficult to fix, that is if they can be fixed at all? Are we not open enough to take other points of view into consideration? Do we even realize we have a problem? Perhaps we realize but are too embarrassed to address it or think it’s too late to change.

These are the things I want to address. I could easily go into the current political and economic situation with this line of thinking, but I would rather not go down that rabbit hole. Instead, let’s look at the micro-level and concentrate on the individual – ourselves.

I have talked about mental health before, and it’s no secret I am a strong proponent for the issue. I deal with the effects of it on a regular basis, whether it is me, my children, my extended family, or friends and acquaintances. Our software – our brain’s mental health – only has a certain amount of ability to extend beyond its current programing. You can’t expect a person with Downs Syndrome to become a nuclear physicist. It is simply beyond their capacity. However, that is not necessarily the case with many circumstances. I have known those who use their mental health as a vehicle to gain things or as an excuse for why they can’t be expected to be held to a higher level of control.

Someone prone to depression and anxiety has the ability to rise above it, but it takes a lot of hard work, sometimes medication, counseling, and will power. That said, the pendulum always swings from amazing to down periods for which interventions are necessary. There are always exceptions, but the majority of those who experience it have a higher capacity then they realize. That majority includes me. It takes daily maintenance.

Down periods require a great deal of flexibility. We need to be able to recognize the signs and listen to our needs. Orcut lacked longevity due to a lack of flexibility. We have the potential for a great deal of flexibility within our own limits.

I remember the period after my husband passed away, I really needed someone to advocate for me to help me get the help I needed. I should have been on disability. I should have been in therapy immediately. I couldn’t do it myself – I simply didn’t have it in me to get any of it done. My husband had been my advocate, and he was gone. There was no way I could have anticipated his loss and set up a new advocate. Having a team is necessary.

The moral of the story? Be gentle with yourself. Listen to yourself and your needs. Create and follow through with intervention plans. Build a team who can help you monitor your needs. Advocate for yourself whenever possible. You are worth it.

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