#Grief
I have been grieving for a very long time. I try to be practical and go through the motions I think I’m supposed to move through it. I have brief moments of clarity thinking I understand what I’m dealing with and then I have days like this. Days of complete emotional confusion and conflict. Where there seems to be a huge exhausting tangle of emotions and a overwhelming sense of loss.
Why do I feel so much guilt and shame that I’m not moving through this grief the way I’m supposed to? I believe I can’t even grieve properly according to some arbitrary authority that I can’t even identify.
Am I grieving that my father passed away on July 29th 2021?
A man who only talked about his legacy of his work. His only life’s purpose. That was one last conversations with him. The conversation where he went on and on about a book that would be a culmination of all his professional accomplishments. It consumed him. There was no mention of his wife of 59 years or his 4 children fit into anything.
Am I grieving my cat who died on July 13 2021?
He was my only constant of unconditional love for 15 years.
Am I grieving the loss of the end of some unhealthy unsupportive friendships? Their true colours surfaced during Covid.
Am I still grieving my last romantic relationship that ended in 2015 when I stopped believing narcissistic lies of his unhealthy love?
Am I grieving the intangible loss of having any expectation getting what I was supposed to get from my parents and siblings growing up.
I have always had huge hole where there is supposed to be something. That something is so intangible. I think it’s the knowledge/capacity of how to build and maintain healthy emotional connections with other human beings. I really do not know how. I’m truly disconnected and fragmented. Deep down I really do believe I’m missing integral parts that are needed to make these connections possible. I have become comfortable in my isolation.
I feel so much guilt and shame to have to admit this. Why???