Grief is like a storm: turbulent and scary, but also nourishing and cleansing, making room for new, beautiful things to grow. And like a storm, grieving has stages. There may be more (5? 8?), but I’ve basically only found three: prepare, surrender, and rest.
I feel depressed and afraid. It seems to just descend on me from time to time. Every time it comes, it feels like the first time because whenever it ends, I forget that it ever happened. I forget just how low I can feel. And then I am reminded.
If you were once able bodied, and are now disabled due to persistent pain, you may feel that you’ve lost a lot. And like losing someone you love, losing abilities you love, like running, walking, or cooking, involves grieving.
I love trees.
Darlene Cohen has been one of my guides on the path of pain. She’s not around anymore, but she wrote some excellent books. My favorite is Self-Care for Arthritis. In it she says a person in pain must dedicate themselves to the “relentless pursuit of pleasure.” Continue reading “The relentless pursuit of pleasure”