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Sunday, October 28. 2018

When Time Doesn’t Heal

There is a thing called "complicated grief," but I feel all grief is complicated. I do not believe that grief ever heals. 


I think griefs scab over, but it doesn't often take much to knock off the scab.  A long-term incapacitating depression after a loss is another matter, but I do not even think that a lengthy mourning is pathological. There is a lot of pain in life. It's part of the deal.

Posted by Dr. Joy Bliss in Psychology, and Dr. Bliss at 13:49 | Comments (3) | Trackbacks (0)

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I suffered a loss 39 years ago that still feels like it happened just yesterday. The effects have been profound.

You learn to deal with it, but it never goes away. It's always there just under the surface and sometimes the littlest thing can trigger it - a song, a photo, an aroma, a place.

There have been times when I see someone someplace and for just a moment I see not that person, but the person I lost. When that happens, the grief hits with the force of a hammer. It may last for but a moment, but it hurts just as much as it did 39 years ago.
#1 DCE (Link) on 2018-10-28 19:48 (Reply)
DCE. I am sorry for your loss.
#2 Jeffersonian on 2018-10-28 21:00 (Reply)
Grief and regret. Or regret and grief. They go hand in hand
#3 Anon on 2018-10-28 22:31 (Reply)

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