grief in the sunshine.
This is what grief can look like.
First sunny Saturday in weeks. Wearing a t-shirt, drinking my tea on the deck. And feeling a deep pit in my stomach…
This photo was taken one month after my dog Hank died and the grief is so very real.
Just a day or two before my husband Joey and I made the difficult decision to put our little guy to sleep, the sun was shining – and the three of us got to spend a couple of hours out on our deck together. Hank and I both fell asleep under the sun that afternoon and I can’t describe how grateful I am that he got to enjoy one of his favourite things – sunbathing – one last time.
Fast forward one month and no amount of warmth or sunshine can take away the pain of him not being beside me.
I thought this whole grief thing would have gotten easier by now. I’ve lost loved ones before, so I thought I understood it. But I didn’t… I’ve never experienced loss like this. I’m in a whole new world and I’m learning how to stumble through as I go.
I’ll be honest: I did not realize how much Hank was actually a therapy dog to me. As someone who suffers with depression and anxiety, I knew he was a comfort to me during down or stressful times. But I never gave him full credit for the in-between times. The day-to-day, when just having him next to me meant that I didn’t even begin to let my thoughts take me where they wanted to go. He just calmed me through it without even trying.
And now, my thoughts have me paralyzed. The fear and dread that goes along with every decision I make – to get out of bed, to leave my house, to eat – is almost unbearable.
I am lost like I’ve never been lost before.
I feel like grief on it’s own is hard enough. But grief piled on top of a base of mental illness is seemingly impossible. When your thoughts aren’t linear or rational to begin with, the weight of grief can lead to a whole new level of darkness, loneliness and self-deprecation.
So I just have to blindly trust that what everyone is telling me is true… That it doesn’t matter how far along in my grief I think I should be. That I have to be patient. That I will be strong enough to get through this... in time.
I am not okay (and that’s okay).
So, I am committed to feeling my grief.
I am committed to being honest and doing what I have to do for myself and my mental health.
I am committed to taking baby steps each day, taking steps backward when I have to (whether I like it or not), and holding Hank in my heart for the rest of my life.
I know how much Hank would have loved being out on the deck in the sunshine with me on Saturday… and I would like to think that he was. 🖤
5/28/2019 03:39:39 pm
5/28/2019 03:48:10 pm
Thank you, Daisy; I will check it out!
5/28/2019 06:02:20 pm
Feel you and for you. HUGS 🌈❤
5/29/2019 11:15:43 am
5/28/2019 09:01:11 pm
Thanks for sharing Sam....I can truly tell how much connection you and Hank shared.
5/29/2019 11:16:28 am
Thank you, Steve.
5/29/2019 10:50:18 am
Oh Sam. My heart. I feel your pain. When we lost Bobby I went off the deep end. Grief has no timeline.
5/29/2019 11:17:14 am
Thanks, Tammy ♥️
5/29/2019 02:31:13 pm
Thank you for sharing this heart-breaking is it is we have a very elderly pet that isn't doing very well and I can't imagine the day but I do know it's coming really appreciate your honesty and sending you big hugs
5/30/2019 02:12:13 am
Sam, I know how you feel. I had to make the same decision you had to make for my dog Mishka after having her for 16 years. I felt it was the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make, I cried for day, couldn’t work, eat or sleep.
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As a mental health advocate, this blog is dedicated mostly to my experiences living with depression and anxiety.