Learning to grieve: Part 2
Wednesday Letter #25
|Sep 26, 2019|| 1|
An incomplete list of what grief looks like five months on. Read the first installment here.
Hiding from my inboxes.
Worrying that I’m crying too much or not crying enough.
Knowing that grief is normal—it may not feel like it is, but it is.
Continuing to read as many books and articles about grief as I can get my hands on.
Remembering random events from my childhood when I haven’t thought about them in years.
Dealing with a strange combination of insomnia and oversleeping, neither of which make for a restful night.
Wondering whether spending so much time alone is helpful or whether I’ve isolated myself. Is it self-care or self-sabotage?
Writing—so much writing—without knowing what to do with it. Maybe someday I’ll turn it into something more cohesive, but for now journalling is enough.
Listening to a playlist of songs that remind me of dad—it’s a mix of songs he loved, songs we enjoyed together and songs he disliked, but they remind me of him anyway. That is to say; the playlist includes Cornflakegirl Girl by Tori Amos because I played it on a loop for an entire summer during my teens. It drove him around the bend but has been my nickname ever since—yes, that’s where my blog name comes from!
P.S. If you spot any typos, please let me know. I can’t change the fact said typos landed in your inbox, but I can update the online version so others don’t have to suffer them!