Nothing Helps
Therapy, grief groups, research into finding a word that describes the never-ending pain. I have tried a lot of things and so far the truth of the matter is, nothing helps At least not for long.. Music is painful, browsing through pictures brings mixed results. Sometimes I spiral into a flood of tears, sometimes it is just the pain of an emptiness.
There is a need for soothing. Barring what is obvious and illogical, what can make people like me feel better? Start with religion and God. Well many like me are angry disappointed and confused with the very idea(s). There are medications. How much can a person sleep or NOT sleep, really? Alcohol/drugs ..aren’t we just substituting one type of pain for what will eventually be another?
Consciously, I know that I am moving forward. I also know that it takes very little to return me to “square one”. As those around NOT directly affected look to what is next we are stuck painfully nostalgically looking to what once was or what might have been. We are tough patients for therapy. Trying to live in the now makes us have to dismiss, in theory, the FACT we once had a child. Then there is being alone, that is a place I feel most at home with. My thoughts are not always soothing, but there is no one to judge no one to explain the long moments of silence to. The far away looks towards no place in particular. As strange as this may read to others it is a safe haven for us. It does not last long though, how can it and why would it .
We must get back to the business of living and even though nothing helps, until our time expires we too must go on.
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