Let's tell the truth!
It's really hard.
At first, we simply can't.
We are devastated, exhausted and in shock.
Later again we don't want to...
We don't want to smile/pretend/be brave.
Whatever we call it, we simply don't want to do it.
As time moves on we struggle with different thoughts and feelings.
We are often afraid to trust life or ourselves again.
Many feel that it would be disloyal to the loved one to find pleasure again.
Others feel responsible in some way for the death of the loved one.
(This is particularly true for mothers of babies who died through miscarriage or stillbirth.)
Sometimes we are unconsciously punishing ourselves.
Sometimes we are afraid of the rage that lurks inside us.
More of us are pushed into what people call 'finding closure.'
Many, many of us feel bad because we still feel sad after X amount of time has passed.
We tell our selves we should be better by now.
It helps to know which place we have become stuck in.
It is important to do this with lorry loads of compassion for ourselves.
It is vital to do this without judgement or condemnation in our hearts.
Then when we know what thought/judgement/self blame is hurting us,
the only important question to ask is,
'What would love have me do?'
Wishing you compassion and love for your precious self today
And if you need some help to let the light back in check out this work Book
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