#howtogrieve

[drdeeknight]

“Some days there won’t be a song in your heart. Sing anyway.” –Emory Austin But if you can’t eke out a song, I hope someone sings over you. You won’t always want to wake up if it’s not waking up from the nightmare of deep loss. I hope you arise anyhow. Some days you won’t want to die, but you also won’t feel like living. I hope on those days you still find a way to breathe. Be as gentle as you can with all your tender places. ✨ [Image description: white riding on black background with red poppy edging that says, you won’t always want to survive your grief. I hope you survive anyhow.💜 End image description.] ✨ #Grief #grieving #survivor #surviving #howtogrieve #howtolove #mourning #griefandloss #griefandhealing #thehealingcollective #thehealingcollectiveAL #connection #wholenesshealingconnection #iamhealing #iamwhole #griefandgratitude #begentlewithyourself #begentle #bekindtoyourself #bekindtoyou #selfcare #selflove #traumarecovery #traumacare #loveyourself #healingincommunity #healingtrauma #traumahealing #youarehealing #youarewhole https://www.instagram.com/p/CZDAfWdFHlL/?utm_medium=tumblr

[thejadednyer]

Dear Grandma... #HowToGrieve #RIP #familia #poetry 💕🕊😢

[amarvani]

How to grieve the loss of a loved one?

How to grieve the loss of a loved one?

They don’t teach us how to grieve the loss of a loved one in schools and colleges, do they? Like Gaiman said, they don’t teach anything worth knowing. This is not medical advice. It is only an attempt to speak from a human heart to a human heart. “I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you how to be…

[iamsaintclair]

Nick Cave - On Grief

Cynthia, a fan from Vermont asks:

“I have experienced the death of my father, my sister, and my first love in the past few years and feel that I have some communication with them, mostly through dreams. They are helping me. Are you and Susie feeling that your son Arthur is with you and communicating in some way?”

Nick Cave responds:

Dear Cynthia,

This is a very beautiful question and I am grateful that you have asked it. It seems to me, that if we love, we grieve. That’s the deal. That’s the pact. Grief and love are forever intertwined. Grief is the terrible reminder of the depths of our love and, like love, grief is non-negotiable. There is a vastness to grief that overwhelms our minuscule selves. We are tiny, trembling clusters of atoms subsumed within grief’s awesome presence. It occupies the core of our being and extends through our fingers to the limits of the universe. Within that whirling gyre all manner of madnesses exist; ghosts and spirits and dream visitations, and everything else that we, in our anguish, will into existence. These are precious gifts that are as valid and as real as we need them to be. They are the spirit guides that lead us out of the darkness.

I feel the presence of my son, all around, but he may not be there. I hear him talk to me, parent me, guide me, though he may not be there. He visits Susie in her sleep regularly, speaks to her, comforts her, but he may not be there. Dread grief trails bright phantoms in its wake. These spirits are ideas, essentially. They are our stunned imaginations reawakening after the calamity. Like ideas, these spirits speak of possibility. Follow your ideas, because on the other side of the idea is change and growth and redemption. Create your spirits. Call to them. Will them alive. Speak to them. It is their impossible and ghostly hands that draw us back to the world from which we were jettisoned; better now and unimaginably changed.

With love, Nick.

[temenosjournal]

at a celebration of life with each i am strengthened told tales like puzzle pieces coming together and i see them anew of reunions with old faces with traces of the people you once knew so i laugh through the tears and straighten my crown.

[mynameissoul-blog]

Day 3

On day three, you go back to trying to pretend everything is normal. 

you wake up, and you realize that maybe you won’t cry today.  but of course you will  but you think to yourself, I feel like maybe i might not.  and you slip back into a routine. and it’s easier to get out of bed.  but then halfway through the day, you realized that your heart is just masking everything so that you can function, and maybe you should try to eat something now that isn’t coated in sugar, but then again fuck that, so at 12:30, you buy a frosted honey bun, and one for your son, because he’s hungry and doesn't understand why mommy doesn’t want to cook, and it’s already lunch, and you pick up a cup coffee too, but you don’t finish either. Food doesn’t taste the same.  grieving is like watching an ocean. it doesn’t feel like my grief. its like watching someone else in pain but youre standing on the beach, carefully observing everything, examining, taking notes.  Because a broken heart is something we rarely see in true form. it is truly fascinating, to witness, someone, in so much pain. So you just watch yourself drowning, drowning, and you observe, and you wonder if this tide will suck you under.  but on day 3, you realize, it won’t, because you won’t let it, right?  and the grief comes in waves. in sudden spurts. like when you're making breakfast (when you feel like cooking) and you suddenly are hit by a flash of memory, or you imagine how they died what did you think about?  did it hurt? (it must’ve)  did you think about me?  and you ask open ended questions with no real form, and no real answer.  Love?  Pain? And on day 3, you just are. 

[drdeeknight]

Be gentle with you. Be a safe place for you. All of your tender places deserve that. ✨ [image 1. description: white text on black background with the red rose edge that says: Today doesn’t have to be anything other than what it is, doesn’t have to be any 1 thing. It can be joy, sorrow, either, both, or none of these things. You get to live a full life, even while missing what once was. You get to be. And still, I wish you a lovely, memorable day. 💖 image 2 is black writing on a white background from @whatsyourgrief asking, Quick grief question: if you knew it was your best friend’s first Christmas after losing someone and you were going to be the first person to talk to them/text with them on Christmas morning, what would you tell them to send them into their day? end image descriptions.] ✨ #Grief #grieving #holidaygrief #griefduringtheholidays #howtogrieve #howtolove #mourning #griefandloss #griefandhealing #thehealingcollective #thehealingcollectiveAL #happyholidays #notsohappyholidays #connection #wholenesshealingconnection #iamhealing #iamwhole #griefandgratitude #youcanbe #begentlewithyourself #begentle #bekindtoyourself #bekindtoyou #selfcare #selflove #holidayselfcare #letpeoplebe #choosetobe #acceptyourself #loveyourself https://www.instagram.com/drdeeknight/p/CX6Uui0lEe1/?utm_medium=tumblr

[temenosjournal]

Damn October

I heard the bells of St. Peters Basilica, and something inside me, something welled up, and spilt the banks of my eyes.

Walking down the sidewalk, tears streaming down my face and I have not one single clue why. Oh, sure, lovely thing the chiming of church bells, and weddings are happy occasions (as that’s why they were chiming).

Minute by minute, the first deaths of autumn loomed last week… by…