LittleBear
Bronze Member
I have been hurting almost unbearably to a point of going into absolute agony at times over the loss of my best friend. I, because of this forum's threads and other research from reliable Internet resources, have discovered that experiencing extreme grief over the loss of someone extremely close can very easily last several years.
Understandably, being human, we do not want to suffer grief and we try to conveniently box and schedule our lives. Unfortunately, this is not possible for most after an extreme loss. I personally while knowing my Mother's death when I was sixteen still had an effect on me I didn't realize how major an impact it still played in my life. I am now 57. The recent death of slightly over a year ago of my very very close best friend has caused a grief that I mentioned in my opening sentence above. Even after a year the loss seems like last week and still hurts as described above.
What I am starting to discover is the tremendous effect my Mother's death had on my life and is also contributing to the tremendous grief I am experiencing over my friend's death. I guess what I am trying to say is grieving and recovery is not clean, scheduleable, or possibly ever resolved but only suppressed so we can function again. After many visits with my Brother, a therapist, my General practitioner, this forum and other reliable Internet sources along with even conversations with lay persons I have come to the conclusion in certain losses we only learn to suppress and survive the grief but never finish the process. It's always there and never truly goes away. Looking back on 40+ years since my Mother's death I can see how it has played an almost daily role influencing almost every decision I have made in my life since then. Not consciously but it is now so obvious it is as if a giant wake-up alarm has gone off in my head.
I can only say further that I am amazed, simply amazed, at how a singular event can have such a brutal effect on my (our) lives even after four decades. Death is far too permanent and apparently so are the consequences on the survivors. These type of events can not be simply packaged and put on a shelf somewhere in our souls but instead becomes and literally shapes our very souls IE: existence. I am hurting so badly right now that I feel as if some giant parasite is crawling around in my chest and devouring my soul. I have hopes that it will stop eventually but I am starting to fear it may never stop.
Peace everyone.
LBear
Understandably, being human, we do not want to suffer grief and we try to conveniently box and schedule our lives. Unfortunately, this is not possible for most after an extreme loss. I personally while knowing my Mother's death when I was sixteen still had an effect on me I didn't realize how major an impact it still played in my life. I am now 57. The recent death of slightly over a year ago of my very very close best friend has caused a grief that I mentioned in my opening sentence above. Even after a year the loss seems like last week and still hurts as described above.
What I am starting to discover is the tremendous effect my Mother's death had on my life and is also contributing to the tremendous grief I am experiencing over my friend's death. I guess what I am trying to say is grieving and recovery is not clean, scheduleable, or possibly ever resolved but only suppressed so we can function again. After many visits with my Brother, a therapist, my General practitioner, this forum and other reliable Internet sources along with even conversations with lay persons I have come to the conclusion in certain losses we only learn to suppress and survive the grief but never finish the process. It's always there and never truly goes away. Looking back on 40+ years since my Mother's death I can see how it has played an almost daily role influencing almost every decision I have made in my life since then. Not consciously but it is now so obvious it is as if a giant wake-up alarm has gone off in my head.
I can only say further that I am amazed, simply amazed, at how a singular event can have such a brutal effect on my (our) lives even after four decades. Death is far too permanent and apparently so are the consequences on the survivors. These type of events can not be simply packaged and put on a shelf somewhere in our souls but instead becomes and literally shapes our very souls IE: existence. I am hurting so badly right now that I feel as if some giant parasite is crawling around in my chest and devouring my soul. I have hopes that it will stop eventually but I am starting to fear it may never stop.
Peace everyone.
LBear