The thought of grief being circular is actually something I’d not fully considered until watching the recent season of Virgin River. Considering grief as circular versus stages that you eventually ‘come on the other side of’ - actually makes life make a little bit more sense, honestly.
Grief is odd. Grief is painful. Grief is numb. Grief is anger. Grief is memories.
Recently, I’ve had to face my own levels of grief over things, I’d not imagined actually “grieving”. It’s common to think about the grief process when you loose a loved one or over job loss - for me, it’s common to actually sit with considering grief during those experiences. I learned about loss very early, too early - but there’s never actually an age at which grief is any easier, in my opinion. However, 2020 had brought to light a new grief experience - and a phased approach at grief just really hasn’t made sense to this grief. This grief is the grief of friendship loss / transition.
Now, let me state. Grieving friendship loss or transition, was not uncommon before 2020, but I experienced it in a different way, which also brought to head some deep pains & rush of grief from those friendships losses or that transitions as life changed us.
Post considering this concept of grief as circular, i truly believe I have so much more understanding at some of my own feelings. I’ve realized that we don’t easily forget, we can forgive, but the memories they don’t go away, maybe they fade but there’s things that bring them rushing back, and that grief - it hits and it hits like a train slammed into your chest.
But, now considering that just because the grief may come back, it doesn’t lessen YOU. It doesn’t lessen the work you’ve done, the place you’ve created for yourself.... it’s just maybe grief is circular and sometimes you may feel it all over agin.
Grieving friendship transitions may look different for everyone, and I do think that there’s hope and sometimes maybe life brings ya back. But now I’m realizing that though I grieve some of those people and I feel those rush of feelings, it doesn’t mean I’m meant to mend. It doesn’t mean that I have to live by a social standards or someone else’s desire for me, but I have to honor myself. Feel the feelings, sit with the memories, be sad, then angry, then sad against that I’m grieving these humans because they couldn’t accept me for me. Then I smile, and thank the universe for bringing me to freedom, and honor those memories, and then I type out this long thought rant concerning the circular process of grief, there’s no other side!