I looked back for this year with my therapist today.
It was by far the SADDEST year of my whole life. I felt like every action and conversation I took during this year related to my long and difficult mourning process.
But I would not say it was the WORST year.
I managed to survive.
But I had been worrying two things; my own depression and my three kids. I was rather hyper-active to compensate my pain at the beginning. So every time I felt a bit down I suspected I finally got into the depressive phase. But then I realized I was either tired of doing something too much, hang over or getting not enough sleep. I have been full of energy all through the year in both sadness and joy.
My children are doing fine in spite of the big loss. I saw Yuma’s school teacher last week who gave us very positive comments on her performance at school. I knew she was functioning at home, so I felt relieved to know that she was fine at school as well. All of us engaged well in sports; volleyball for Zen, swimming for Yuma, gymnastics for Eugene, and tennis/golf/cycling for me. We also have a new pappy dog Kai in our family.
I recovered well enough to think of positive aspects of the big loss.
I feel like I finally became a full professional therapist who really understands people’s pain. I thrived through the biggest any men can think of, so that means I do not afraid of any kind of pain for the rest of my life (except for the death of my children).
I also found out the good quality of my support system. I managed to use every kind of people around. I do not particularly meet new people, but I found so many people that I knew are very supportive and empathize my pain.
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