When life comes crashing, the only option is hope.
Right when we begin to adjust to this new normal, something has changed and completely re-engaged the grief and loss cycle all over again. However, because of the current state we’re in, we are more than likely stuck in a wild tunnel trying to desperately find our way out of this cycle. That’s the thing about grief. It isn’t streamline. It’s messy and complicated. It’s a whirlwind of feelings and thoughts. It’s hoping for a better tomorrow. It’s breathing, crying, screaming, pleading and denying.
To say I wish life was perfect, would be a lie. Even in the darkest of times, our grief can teach and shift things for us if we let it. I’d like to think there is always growth in discomfort and in that, there is healing. Even in our worst days filled with despair, we are still breathing. And because we are breathing, we are living. We already know our natural course as humans is filled with ups and downs. It’s a rollercoaster of pleasant and unpleasant moments. It’s up to us to hold on to the times that provide fulfillment and meet our unfavorable moments with peace.
Maybe I am too much of an optimist, but I’d like to think we will come out of this. I believe in individuals resilience; ability to bounce back and recover. I believe people are able to learn, adapt and grow from their challenges. I believe that people are stronger than what they give themselves credit for. I believe setbacks can refine individuals in ways they needed. I believe things get shaken up, so people can be forced to rediscover themselves. I believe that there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
I believe in hope.
Live mindfully, hopeful and persevere.
Claudia Stanley, LCSW