Befriending the Void
Prelude:
Personal reflection in the closing days of 2022 made me realise that it was a year of intense personal grief. I mourned the loss of a unique friendship that surprisingly mirrored certain aspects of a previous major loss.
The most noticeable similarity was the loss of a relationship; Grant, my husband, died fifteen years ago due to an accidental combination of alcohol and Valium, while in the other case, my friend betrayed me. Either way, I lost a relationship that once was wholesome and beautiful.
Then there was the loss of a dream. During the good years of our marriage that preceded his alcohol addiction, Grant and I dreamt of a future where we would be happy and grow old together. With my friend, there was the shattered dream of the significant collaborative art projects we had planned, parts of which had already begun. Neither dreams would come to fruition, and I mourned for what would never be.
Grieving for Grant was complicated; it began while he was alive. I mourned for the man I loved and had chosen, struggling to reconcile that man with the one he’d become. Then when he died suddenly, grieving shifted gears as I wrestled with the finality of his sudden death. In the case of my former friend and fellow artist, her exit was cruel and sudden, her betrayal cold and calculated. In my experience, grieving for the living seems to amplify vacillation, at times leading me to ignore my intuition: the wise, silent sentinel that serves to protect my soul.
Much of 2022 was an emotional rollercoaster. Stress and anxiety wreaked havoc on my immune system, and immensely exacerbated existing fatigue. Even though I’d experienced significant healing processing grief throughout the year, occasional tears revealed that there was more to be done. Then the penny dropped. During my year-end reflection, I realised that I needed to face grief and speak to it, eyeball to eyeball.
This is my letter to grief:
You crept into my life
Unnoticed
Uninvited
Unfamiliar
Tentacles became vines
Vines became shoots
And shoots became roots
Meandering deeper
In search of clear water
You sought to quench your insatiable thirst
Silently siphoning my energy, swallowing my serenity
An insidious invasion of my soul
Then twilight turned to darkness
Twisted shadows leapt out to assail my mind
Perverting how I perceived my situation
As I witnessed its rapid decline
Rivers of tears from an inexhaustible spring
Blindsided me, often when I least expected
Still, your ravenous roots went deeper
Further ravaging the once succulent morsels of my soul, body, and mind
Shameless
Fierce
Unrelenting
You drained my nectar and left your abhorrent sting behind
Over time, when your fury abated
It made room for me to be with my feelings, befriend the void, and to explore the pain
As I danced with my experience
Resistance yielded to allowing
Pushing away surrendered to deeply feeling
And denial gave way to acceptance
This broke your stranglehold
Little by little, joy returned, and, in time, I felt light and free again
Yet, mistakenly, I presumed that each of your roots had been expunged from my cells
So, it took me by surprise when in February 2022, you struck with sudden force
Your iniquitous battleplan inspired by the fiendish cohorts of hell
Violently
Vehemently
And with savage velocity
Your sharp fangs pierced my jugular and quickly drew blood
Warm, rich, red droplets oozed out, rolled down, and then slowly coagulated
Dark stains accentuated my heaving breast
Then, the ghosts of the past joined in the fray, gleefully holding me down
You extracted energy from my deterioration
Revelled to witness my descent into desperation
You relished in my subjugation
The cruel conquering of my soul
Until I became an unwilling sacrifice at the tear-stained altar of sorrow
Kicking and screaming during the deadly infusion
As you infiltrated every chamber of my heart
Invaded every inch of my mind
And injected your deadly poison into the intercellular and intracellular spaces of the fabric of my being
Until the shrivelled skin of my psyche was ready to relinquish the hope of a better tomorrow
Then my inner, wise hero arose and rallied my embodied remembrance of allowing and being with difficult emotions
Of dancing with disappointment, dancing with abandonment and pain
Of acceptance, self-compassion, forgiveness, releasing, then reaching forward, and finding hope again
Grief
You have taught me that every experience of grief, irrespective of what or who you're grieving for, touches on all prior grieving experiences
My body remembers
My body recognises you even when you show up in disguise
My body speaks and demands to be heard
My body knows and understands that remnants of the residue of your prior encounters are left behind in its cells
Intuitively, my body knows that there’s no blueprint for grieving and navigating you is not a linear process
It does not follow a neat timeline or neatly boxed stages
It knows that complex emotions that arise aren't good or bad; they simply are, and that they can erupt at unexpected and inconvenient times
Grief, once you become a squatter, you never leave, neither do you shrink smaller
Instead, it is I who grow larger until your eminence begins to dissipate
This gives the illusion that you’ve departed or that your size has diminished
My body also knows and remembers every prior experience of accessing resources like creativity and faith; these too are embedded in my cells
My body remembers that it can let go of expectations, compassionately be with my experience and authentically show up for myself
My body remembers and draws from the wellspring of embodied wisdom that knows how to anchor my soul, and this empowers me to walk your winding, unpredictable, unwelcome, and stupendously messy path with strength, courage, and grace
Emotional and spiritual healing applies a soothing balm that progressively diffuses the pain
Until finally, deprived of your source of energy, your grip begins to weaken, and icy claws slowly release their iron-clad hold
Occasionally there’s an unexpected resurgence
As you fight, abdicating what you’ve audaciously claimed as your throne
But as I lean into my experience while harnessing energy from my garnered resources
The effects of your efforts grow smaller and smaller until your influence recedes into the background
Deflated
Defeated
Undetected
Until another loss awakens certain aspects of your latent tendrils, and you make a sudden and ferocious appearance on the stage of my emotional landscape again
So instead of seeing you as a malevolent, marauding invader
I’ll do my best to receive you as an unwelcome but necessary agent sent to assist me to process loss as I traverse this intrepid journey called life
I acknowledge you as a needed component of the human experience of navigating the seasons and cycles of endings that make way for new beginnings
As I honour my unique and personal journey through shadows, from darkness to light