Grief can make your brain feel stuffy like a full blown head cold.
Grief can contract your emotions so tight you feel like you are waiting for the bomb to blow.
Grief sensitizes us to ourselves and others.
Grief is the great lecturer on the past;
Grief is the shoulda, coulda, woulda.
Grief is the judge and the jury;
and given permission grief can be the jailer.
Grief does to you anything it wants…if you allow it.
By Sherry Trentini
I wrote the poem above just prior to the fourth year memorial of my husband dying by suicide. And this was still a significant, (at times), part of our lives. My girls were now 12 and 14 years old and it was hard for me to disseminate whether what they were experiencing was filtered through their grief and trauma or was this what having two teens was going to be like.
Looking back today, 2022, it was both of those things–coupled with what would would evolve into their own mental wellness journey.
I didn’t know at the time, but maybe I did know that their ‘teenager’ expression was more than just pushing their limits. I wanted to believe so fervently that this was them being teens and not something more, bigger and different.
In 2009, when my husband died, nobody was talking about grief, as they now are in the last few years. What was once, I want to say taboo but that isn’t correct, less taboo and more impolite, to talk openly about– is evolving to be more acceptable to bring from out of the darkness into the light.
What I did find then…was that the people discussing it were too academic or talking about loss in a clinical versus relatable manner. The people I came across didn’t look like me, as in my peers or demographics: my age/cause of grief/with two kids etc.
Let me back that up. It was primarily the cause of death, the un-diagnosed mental illness (fatal depressive episode/suicide), and therefore cause of grief.
And I wanted to talk about it. Not all day ad nauseam. But it was a significant life event and I wasn’t pretending it didn’t happen and was open to people asking me questions about my grief experience and also I said the word suicide–out loud.
Because grief is Frightening! Losing someone can be a navigational nightmare and NOBODY knew…
fearful that if they said something wrong it would send you over the edge
fearful of doing the wrong thing–for the same reason.
And I got that. I was okay with that. That was the societal norm.
So grief, especially a loss by suicide, then versus now was to be dealt with privately. And that is what I tried to do, except I blogged sometimes about it, so not very private.
I turned to the tools I had and trusted to help me, us, during these cloudy times. Feng Shui
What does Feng Shui have to do with grief? For me it was everything.
Feng Shui is certainly not renowned as a tool for dealing with your grief, but it was for me. And death is not the only life experience that can perpetuate someone grieving, you can find my incomplete list of grief events here.
Why? Feng Shui has been an integral part of my wellness in all ways. Today I can call it a combination emotional self regulation strategy and somatic process for me (the decluttering, moving physical things in my home).
By 2013 I had already been emphasizing my Feng Shui focus on how I was thinking and feeling about the areas of the bagua map, first before I focused on the physical things in my home.
I had recognized that if a certain area felt blocked, I could intentionally move things in order to make the room flow easier – but if I hadn’t intentionally changed my thoughts then I still had a kink in my vibe. Which led me to starting with my thoughts and feelings first; then to where the energy wasn’t flowing in my home.
This was a purposeful and an intentional change in my perspective. I had been exploring how I could support and up level my ability to leverage the law of attraction, so if I could also use it to support my manifesting –I could use it to support my moving through my grief.
I would use the bagua as my template, putting what I wanted to shift at the core then affirm that shift in the other life areas to correspond and support what I intended to change. If I was called to move things in my home, I did and sometimes not. On some occasions I was first drawn to move the physical things then was able to shift my thought/feeling energy. It is a balance of yin and yang after all.
If my reflection on grieving resonated with you and you want to talk about your experience with me.