Writer's Note: This was written at a time when I had experienced much loss. Since that time, I have lost so much more. So much, that I have had no choice, but to become someone else. Someone stronger. I have learned how to grow through greif and further understand how that translates to other parts of life. And, I have learned how to live again.
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I was always meant to write this.
This is the moment that all the other moments have led me to.
The final farewell.
The end of the chapter.
The book I was both eager to finish and afraid to end.
But how do you say goodbye?
I have asked myself this question many many times. All of those times have been a time of loss, of grief, the ending of a chapter.
Some of those chapters ended abruptly. With unexpected outcomes. Outcomes that left me in shock. Outcomes that left me in unbearable pain. Outcomes that left me broken and searching for answers.
Searching for a way to ease the pain.
Searching for a way to understand.
Searching for a way to carry on.
Anyone who has ever lost anyone knows the pain I speak of. And no one loss is greater than another. We all love. We all care. We all hurt and grieve.
There is no right way to grieve, and there is no wrong way to grieve.
Albeit, some ways are more “healthy” than others, but of course that’s entirely subjective.
No loss is truly comparable. I can’t compare my loss to yours and say I have lost more. That I hurt more. That I cared more. But I can compare my own experiences to other experiences I have had, and that is exactly what I am going to do.
In grief we find healing.
In avoidance we perpetuate the pain.
I have found that we as humans tend to hold onto the pain. We carry it with us, when we ought to let it go.
Why should we let it go?
Because it hurts us. It’s simple really. We truly ought to let it go.
I know why we don’t though.
Letting go of the pain we carry seems like the easy way out. It’s like saying we didn’t really care. Like it’s easy to move on. It is like we are saying that we forgot.
Forgot the love.
Forgot the person we lost and the place they held in our heart.
Forgot the joy they brought us. The moments that we shared.
It is more common to try to hold on so tightly to those things, than let them go.
I get it. I live it. I hold on too.
If we just hold the memory close, maybe we can feel them near. Maybe we can forget that they are gone. Maybe if only for a moment we can ease the pain.
But that’s just it.
By holding on, we aren’t accepting that everything has changed. We have changed.
We lose a part of ourselves when we lose someone else.
But we don’t talk about that. Or acknowledge that part really. We just carry the pain and extend the grieving process.
Now, not all people use their pain as a badge of loyalty. But some do. And not all people hold onto the person they were before the loss.
This is the hardest part.
Who are you now? Is it really okay to become someone different? Is it okay to love again? Is it okay to move on?
Of course the answer is yes, it is okay to keep living. To keep moving forward. It is okay to thrive and be happy again.
It doesn’t mean that we didn’t care. It doesn’t mean we didn’t love. It doesn’t mean that we forgot.
This is hard to write.
As weird or as lame as that may seem, it is hard to acknowledge that even I, who has experienced quite a bit of loss and upheaval, finds it difficult to give myself permission to move on.
I, who has experience writing out my feelings as a way to cope.
I, who understands death in a way that most do not.
I, who has had my heart broken too many times to count.
I have a hard time moving on.
Though I am fortunate, as a medium, to be able to talk to and hear from the dead, I have a hard time reconciling the loss in this present reality.
For me, death is not the end. It’s not the last time I will “see” or “speak” to them.
It is however, the end of a chapter.
A chapter that I have to grieve.
About the Creator
Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)
I am a writer, photographer, and a storyteller. I gain inspiration from the haunted and the beautiful, and the mysterious 'in between'. Music is my Muse and so are all of you. Everyone is a character in my story. Welcome to my storyland.



Comments (1)
Amazing...This set a new perspective for writing for me. Thank you.