Whether you are a patient or caregiver, there is grief that comes with a serious diagnosis, especially when it's the "C" word.
When your loved one dies, it's a different level and kind of grief. When my sister Adrienne died, I pretended for far too long that I was okay. I didn't allow myself to grieve. I ran away from it. I distracted myself. I worked myself to the bone. Even though Blue Faery was born out of that grief, I still avoided feeling the pain.
Grief is on a continuum; it ebbs and flows like ocean waves. Though I finally sought help, I still struggle. I still go through difficult times. I still have days, weeks, and months that seem unbearable. The 20th anniversary of Adrienne's death (October 9, 2021) hit me so hard that I wanted to die.
So I began seeking help again. This fall, I'm doing EMDR therapy to continue to help me with my grief. I'm not endorsing it, but I'll let you know how it goes.
You can learn more about it here: apa.org/topics/psychotherap...
💙 Andrea