I’ve heard it said that time heals all wounds.
The basic idea is that as time passes, the intensity
of the pain initially inflicted reduces, thereby creating enough redemptive
space for the experience of healing.
And listen, this can happen.
Time can help heal a wound.
But there’s no guarantee that it will. Time doesn’t always make things better. Sometimes it can actually make things
worse. Some people, for example,
become increasingly bitter and resentful with time by allowing the initial
wound to fester and grow. Time, in
other words, is neutral. It’s not
inherently good or bad. It is how
a person uses time that can be good or bad. So, in the end, time isn’t the key to healing. It can help, and in many cases does. But what you do with time is the real
key to healing. Using time to actually
deal with your pain and work through your grief is the key to healing.
This, of course, is easier said than done.
My
experience is that grief tends to come in waves.
One
day you may feel like you’ve got the upper hand on grief. The pain that was once so intense seems
to be subsiding. The hard work and
time you’ve spent processing your pain and suffering seems to be paying
off. Your outlook is good. You feel optimistic. The sun is shining, so to speak. The fog of depression, the haze brought
on by sadness, has lifted. You’re
feeling good. You know you are
moving forward and in the right direction. And then, in one split second, you get absolutely
rocked. The fog returns and the
haze feels thicker than ever. You
feel down, depressed, and once again overcome with sadness and despair. And now, on top of the overwhelming
sadness and despair that has returned, you feel frustrated because you sense
you are back where you started. Here you thought you were making progress, and now you just
don’t even know if progress is possible.
You feel stuck.
Anyone
who has experienced significant loss can perhaps relate.
Two
steps forward. Two steps
back. Stuck.
But
there is a way forward…
Waves
of grief DON’T come out of nowhere.
Those
moments that knock you back into despair and sadness, while somewhat
unpredictable, are actually gifts.
If you are willing to pay attention, you’ll notice that a wave of grief
is most often brought on in response to some sort of trigger. So, someone does something or says
something that triggers something in you.
A situation or circumstance prompts a reaction in you that sends you
backwards toward despair and sadness.
These triggers often feel like sources of frustration. Man,
I thought I was beyond this. I
thought I was past this. I should
be further along by now. The
truth is that these triggers are our friends. They reveal to us exactly where we are still in need of
healing.
It’s
important to know that not everyone will have the exact same triggers.
In
processing our son’s Down syndrome, for example, Josie is often triggered when
seeing other people with Down syndrome that are much older. As she has worked through that, it
makes perfect sense. Having a baby
with Down syndrome already feels overwhelming enough, let alone getting a glimpse
of what her life might be like 5-10
years down the road. Right now,
taking it one day at a time and trusting God is all that she needs to do. So Josie has learned to pay attention
to that trigger.
My
trigger seems to center on developmental delays.
The
other day, for example, I noticed that Griffin’s eyes involuntarily dart back
and forth in a rapid, side-to-side, sort of flickering motion whenever he is
trying to focus. I did what I know
not to do. I started researching
it. Online. Big mistake! What I read was not comforting, at all. That rapid involuntary eye movement is
known as Nystagmus. And it’s not
good. It’s untreatable and
significantly decreases vision, according to multiple reputable online
resources!!! Within a half hour of
research, I was in a deep dark hole of despair. It’s already been a
challenge to connect with Griff, why not throw in some Nystagmus for fun! (I know, when I get upset I become
negatively sarcastic!) Shortly
after self-diagnosing Griffin’s eye problem, we decided to meet some friends at
the park. When we arrived at the
park, one of our friends took one look at me and asked what was wrong. I
am tired, I replied. Now,
here’s the thing. I really felt
tired. I wasn’t lying! At this point, I honestly hadn’t
realized how badly I had been triggered.
Yeah, whatever Mac. What’s really going on, she
replied. That’s when I realized it
was flippin’ Nystagmus. It had me
in a fog of despair. To make a
long story short, we ended up calling Griffin’s ophthalmologist from the park
to set up an appointment. And
while making the appointment, the nurse told us NOT to read about Nystagmus
online because it manifests itself differently in children with Down
syndrome! Put. In. My. Place.
The
earlier you can notice a trigger the better.
The
other day we were hanging out with some friends. One of them was holding Griffin and trying to get him to
laugh. His pseudo-Nystagmus was
flaring up, making it near impossible for meaningful interaction. Within a few minutes, I could tell my
friend was losing interest in trying to interact with Griff. They gave up interacting and handed him
off to someone else. And that was
a trigger for me. I felt tears
welling up in my eyes watching his disability become an obstacle for
relationship and someone giving up on him. I started spiraling downward emotionally. Trigger. But catching that trigger made all the difference in the
world.
People
typically respond to waves of grief in one of four ways …
The
first, and perhaps the most common for me, is to fight it. When you’re hit by a wave of grief, you
get angry at the wave. You get
frustrated at the wave and start talking trash to it. You get irritable and edgy. The trigger causes you to put up your fists. On the fight or flight spectrum, this
is the fight option. The second
response to pain is to ignore it.
When a wave hits, you choose to run away from it. In terms of fight or flight, this is your
flight option. While I personally
don’t like this option, it’s the default for many people. The inherent danger in this response is
that you can’t deal with your pain while running away from it. The third response to pain is to fake
it. This is what I unsuccessfully
attempted to do when our friends arrived at the park. Oh, I’m fine. I am just tired. I wasn’t tired. That wasn’t really the issue. The issue was that I was experiencing a
wave of grief brought on by a developmental trigger. Typically, people who choose this option try to convince
themselves and those around them that they are okay when in reality they are
not. This is why it’s good to have
friends that will call you out!
The final response to pain, and the one I think is the best, is to face
it. You face your grief
head-on. You square up to it. You look it in the eyes. And you conjure up the courage to work
through it.
Fight. Flight. Fake. All bad
options.
The
best option is to face your grief.
You lean into the wave of your grief and you ride it until the pain
subsides, until you’ve worked it through as much as possible. Triggers are what produce waves of
grief. Once you’ve been hit by a
wave of grief, brought on by some sort of trigger, the best way to move forward
is to ride the wave. You’ve got to
see the trigger as your friend, graciously revealing areas in your life that
are still in need of healing. And
then you just hang on for the ride.
Initially, this might feel counterproductive, like you are going
backwards, rehashing stuff you’ve already dealt with…that you should be over by
now. Just remember, you may need
to work through something several times in order to truly deal with it. Be patient with yourself. Leaning into a wave may also feel a bit
scary. That’s normal too. Pain can be scary. And honestly, pain is hardly ever any
fun either. The truth is that pain
is painful. It’s a total pain the
butt!!!! No wonder why most people
would prefer to avoid it. But
avoiding pain isn’t facing it. Facing
it, leveraging your time to work through it, is the key to experiencing
healing. Ride on.
Thank you for this gut honest blog. We so need this. Karl and I still grieve deeply over the loss of our son almost 24 years ago... He was 4 years old. the biggest thing I learned was to accept that Karl would grieve differently and at different times. Love you guys.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Chris! Glad it hit home.
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