Grief is like _________

The best way for me to describe grief is like you’re at a crowded movie theatre. And you’ve bought your tickets for a Rom Com (romantic comedy). And, you’re there and the movie starts and it’s been going for about 15 minutes and then all of the sudden the screen splits in two, and melts, and a horror movie starts in its place.

This isn’t the movie that you showed up for. This isn’t what you bought tickets for.

And everybody else around you is behaving as though this is all perfectly fine. And you’re like, “Wait a minute this isn’t … this isn’t right! This is a horror movie! This is not what I signed up for.” And they’re like, “Meh, it’s just a movie. Just eat the popcorn this is great!” Right?

When you’re inside intense grief like that, you’re no longer watching the same movie everybody else is watching. And because nobody else is watching that movie, they all think everything is fine.

Nothing is fine. Right? And it’s that dissonance between what’s happening in your world versus what’s happening in other people’s world. And the fact that we don’t recognize that everybody is walking around with their own personal movie screen all the time.

Grief shows up not in the way you expect it to. Um, it's messy. When you hear about grief, you hear about there are stages to grief. And you move from stage to stage, and that’s just not true at all. Um, you might move from stage to stage, but then you … It’s not linear. You- you never … You’re never recovered.

People expect you to have moved to a different stage if you they don’t see you for a period of time. They’re surprised when you’re not there. And I think a lot of people said, “We don’t know what to say.” And I would say, “That’s cool, because I don’t know what to say either.” And sometimes you don’t want to say anything except know that they’re there. it was just … It was confusing, really confusing.

Um, and you wouldn’t always know why you were not feeling right, or unhappy, or … disconnected or distracted. And you’d think it was something that was in your immediate universe, and then when you realized that it wasn’t that then, then the only answer was that you- you were grieving.

Grief is like a volume switch. In the very beginning, it’s very loud. It’s almost so loud that you can’t remember if you’ve eaten, you can’t remember if you’ve showered, you are just- things in life that were so common and regular, you won’t remember.

Over time, your grief volume, you work on ways to lower it and you try to keep it at a manageable volume. And I think in the first few years, it remains very- it remains high. Although it lowers enough that you remember to eat, you remember when you need to shower. You might not remember to lock the car or you might leave your wallet laying out for someone to take in an open car. But, the more sort of critical functions, you know, the basic functions: eating, sleeping, remembering where your children are. They become easier.

I think it is a lifelong switch that is turned on and depending on the activities or the anniversaries, it’s a volume that can go very high again and spike and you work on ways to try to reduce its volume.

I would define grief as this giant mountain. This mountain that you know you have to climb, and come through to the other side. Because on the other side is the valley and it represents normality again. But it’s a mountain that you can’t ever reach the peak of.

You climb and you climb and you climb and you might fall off a little bit and then you try to climb it again and again and again, and maybe when you get up closer to the top, it might seem like, “wow, I’ve made this much progress and I don’t have that much longer to go,” but then you realize that you really haven’t reached the top yet. You’re only halfway there. I think that that’s a good way that I would describe grief.