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Writing through Grief

2 July 2020 by Stephanie Verk

Fear

It creeps inside my head, taking hold to all my dreams.

It creeps under my skin and scratches down my spine.

It creeps around my neck and makes it hard to breath.

It shadows all my thoughts with negativity. 

My stomach turns and my throat tightens as I think of the future. Fear has grabbed onto me so strong. I am asked how I am doing,  which I reply I am doing fine. This is only half the truth if you looked inside my mind. I have never felt such fear in my life. I have seen the worst any mother could, the stuff nightmares are made of but even that did not cause the feeling I feel right now. That only made me fight harder, stand stronger, made my adrenaline rush to give the support we needed to survive. Now I try to understand what these feeling I feel now are, and all I can feel is fear. 

Fear to think of Aiden most days, to imagine his smile and feel the loss. Fear to tell stories and memories of him. I just want to push all these emotions away. I want to pretend that whole part of my life never existed. I don’t want to just forget, I want to deny that anything ever happened at all. I have had a really hard time looking at photos of Aiden. I have not been able to go through my phone. I am scared that all these emotion will just explode someday but I am not ready to process everything or anything yet. I have been told more then once, “How can you always be smiling?” Or “ You must have really good coping strategies”, my reply “I live in the world of denial” and never has it ever been so obvious to myself. 

I am fearful of the future

I am fearful of who I am now

I am fearful of what I am going to do next

I am fearful to write

I am fearful to be happy

I am fearful I will never be the same

I am fearful for my children

I am fearful to sleep some nights

I am fearful to be around new people

I am fearful that everyone is looking at me

I am fearful that this fear will never subside

But even as I write all that I am fearful of I also think that if I can work through these fears and push myself outside my comforts which maybe as simple as calling my therapist or even writing and posting this right here, then I will feel the freedom that comes with not being afraid. I will find that these fears I have created in my mind are only given power if I let them and these chains of fear are meant to be broken.

Be Free

2 months, 7 days… My concept of time blows around with the wind as I try to navigate these new feelings, my grief balanced with my love of life and this new voyage I have been forced into. I have had a very difficult time writing, although I know it has always been my saving grace for my mental health I have just not had the confidence or mental ability to. I wonder what I have to write about now that Aiden is gone. Who wants to hear the heart of a grieving mother? Who wants to hear of a battle lost? All these messages of self-doubt circle in my head. Today I woke up and decided to push myself. I love writing, I need to lose my fear and quiet the monsters in my mind. A couple of weeks ago I signed up for a Writing Through Grief workshop through Sick Kids Hospital but it took me until today to actually sit down and write, something I truly love. It took me even more to post this but here we go. I hope it finds at least one person and gives comfort in knowing they are not alone in their emotions no matter what the situation is child loss, depression, divorce, oncology parent or just a really emotional day. I am trying to find my grounding again. The purpose of my blog has always been to let people know they are not alone in the turmoils life throws at us and give hope that although life is hard sometimes it is also so full of happiness if we choose to let ourselves feel it.

Prompt #1:

Choose one of the words that best describes how you are feeling right now. Then describe the emotion in detail, as if you are explaining it to someone who has never experienced it before. 

Merry-Go-Round

23 April 2018 by Stephanie Verk

Air raid from every angle, battlefield on all sides
It seems attacks are on, everything that my heart finds.
A heart once full of sunshine, rainbows and innocence
Now holds together with duck tape, glue and a sad stitch.
My heart still beats with little cracks, pieces chipped and shattered
This merry-go-round of insanity, it just keeps going round and round
How many more stones must I carry, before I am totally drowned
I dream of a utopia, even a mirage in the desert will do
a drink of water please to cure the incurable thirst.
I wish I knew the destination, I wish I knew the master plan
I tell myself to take a breath, and try to place no blame
Do not look back, do not regret, this is the challenge here
I learn one more step, thats all that I need, then one more to build some strength
To carry on when all seems lost, and live each day with hope and grace

It all just Filter

29 August 2017 by Stephanie Verk

I have fought, I have pushed on, I have stood strong. I have fought the pain and the truth and I have kicked it down so hard I did not think it would ever appear. I swept it under the rug, into the corner, into the cracks. I dug a hole in the dessert and buried it 10 feet under. I denied. I did not waver. I carried on.

Now I forget, I forget how I did it. I don’t know how to do it any more. I try to remember, I try to figure out what has changed. The breath gets stolen from my chest, I blink harder trying to forget. Is this what it feels like? Is this the aftermath of war? As we approach the one year mark the reality of everything settles. As I try to settle back into the comforts of routine, to participate again in the normalcy of life.

Wake
Eat
Clean
Out the Door
Drop off 1
Drop off 2
Work
Lunch
Work
Return
Pick up 1
Pick up 2
Walk
Park
Fish
Dinner
Bath
Story
Bed
Repeat

I try to be present in these moments. The moments that make the day but I wander, I falter, I drift. I feel the lie I live, I feel me give up my honesty, the truth in my writing. The greater purpose I felt of this situation diminishes daily. I thought that if I wrote this blog, wrote the voyage, I could give back make it all have meaning. I was so lost at diagnosis, trying to research and find information, all in vain. I wanted just one mother to read my blog and know that they were not alone. But somewhere along the line the truth of the situation just became to hard. The human nature to care to much what others will think drowned the truth in my words. I added a filter to make it pretty. I added many filters, so many that I lost the original image.

I am home now, but it is not in the home I left from. This is a new home. A home that is “Mommies”. It is hard, and it is lonely but it is no more harder and sadder then denying who I am every day. The harder part is not knowing, is being kept in the dark. People ask how Aiden is, and on repeat I say “coming along” but the truth is I really do not know. I am angry and bitter and hateful and those are awful feeling to feel. And I think about the larger picture, is this a cruel test? Is the overall outcomes pre determined or is this just crazy delusion that “Magical Thinking” exists.

So the truth, no more speaking in metaphors and overly beautified, descriptive text. The truth:

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