I Don’t Know Who I Am Anymore: grief and loss of identity

General / General : Litsa Williams


Identity is a funny thing.  The way we think of ourselves, how we define ourselves, the story we tell ourselves about who we are, all of that comes together to create our identity.  And yet we don’t always have a conscious awareness of our identity or even a loss of identity.  It often exists in the background, like the soundtrack of a film.  We aren’t consciously aware of it until something changes.  Seriously, have you ever watched familiar movie clips without the soundtrack?  It’s weird.

Okay, back to identity. When we experience a loss we are often focused on the tangible “things” we lose – the person, the house, the job, the relationship, etc.  That’s, of course, a huge part of grief.  But there is this other part of grief that we are often less aware of it.  It is the secondary losses that happen like dominoes falling, creating far more to cope with than just the primary loss.  We talk about these secondary losses a lot around here and often quickly list them off, throwing in “loss of identity” without saying much more.  Today we are going to change that because there is a lot to say and to think about when it comes to loss of identity in grief.  It shapes so much of how we exist in the world and research has shown that the lack of “self-clarity” that comes in grief as a result of loss of identity is correlated with higher rates of depression and post-traumatic stress.  We’re going to talk about different types of identity, how we can experience identity changes or losses, and what to do about it.  Spoiler alert: there are no easy answers.

Relational Identity

This is one that quickly comes to mind in grief.  It is the piece of my identity that is based on my relationship with another person.  So, perhaps I am a sister, a daughter, a wife, a friend, a mother, and on and on.  When we lose someone, we often feel we have lost this relational sense of self.  We find ourselves asking questions like, who am I if not a wife?

Relational identities change, even with the same person.  For instance, when someone becomes ill your role might shift from being a spouse or a child to a caregiver.  There are still components of your original role, but you may find that shifting as you take on more and more responsibilities as a caregiver.  When a person dies, caregivers often feel their sense of purpose is less clear.  When your relational identity becomes so defined by caring for another person, when that person is gone it can be hard to regain a sense of self.

Additionally, grief can ‘re-write your address book’. Friends shift, a distance may arise between friends or family of the person who died.  This can lead to another shift in relational identity, feeling a loss of community and connection to loved ones who are still living.

Professional identity

Phrases like “I am a teacher” or “I am a carpenter” or “I am a doctor” make clear that we often consider our profession as a huge part of who we are.   We have knowledge, skills, and expertise related to our jobs.  Much of our time is defined by our jobs.  We often have a community through our jobs.  When we retire, lose or leave a job, even if it is by choice, there is often a loss of our professional identity that can have a profound impact on our sense of self.  If I have been a teacher for 40 years, it is an adjustment to conceptualize who I am and what gives my days structure and purpose if I am no longer a teacher.  Sometimes a job loss is the primary loss, but sometimes it is a result of needing to leave the workforce to care for a sick loved one or to relocate after a death.  As you can imagine, this can result in multiple identity losses stacking up on one another.

Spiritual identity

Whether a Christian, a Muslim, an atheist, a Buddhist, or just someone who identifies as “spiritual” but not religious, we often have a spiritual identity that can grow, shift, shake, and disappear over a lifetime. This can be because of a death or just at different moments in life.  After a loss we hear many people describe everything from a crisis of faith to an increased sense of spirituality.   When it is the former, we often hear people describe a sense that they have lost something that felt fundamental to who they were and hence lost a bit of their footing.  Also with the sense of self as a spiritual person, there is often a sense of community that comes with a religious community that may also be lost, leaving people feeling both the loss their spiritual identity and distanced or isolated from their spiritual community.

Financial Identity

Though we often don’t think of finances as part of our identity, our ability to provide for ourselves and our family financially is often an important component of our sense of self.  Whether it is a constant state of financial struggle or pride in strong financial independence, we often have an expectation about what our financial identity is and should be.  Illnesses and deaths can have a deep impact on financial identity.  From overwhelming healthcare costs to leaving a job to become a caregiver, to a dual income household becoming single income, death can rattle our sense of financial security and independence and create a financial loss of identity.  On the other end of the spectrum, life insurance or inheritance after a death can improve financial security and, though this may sound like exclusively a good change to financial identity, for some people it leads to feelings of guilt after a death.

Physical Identity

Much like financial identity is often correlated with our ability to provide for ourselves and our families, physical identity often defines how we are capable of physically existing in the world.  In basic ways, like having the luxury to work any type of job, play with children, go for a walk or to the gym, and move free from pain, our physical self is fundamental to much our daily life.  For some, the physical is even more significant – people who identify as athletes or who use a lot of physical movement in their work are often even more deeply connected to their physical selves.  An illness, injury, and even aging can take a serious toll on the physical self, leading people a physical loss of identity that can sometimes be accompanied by a loss of self-worth. This is something we may struggle with ourselves or watch a loved one struggle with as an illness progresses.

Outlook

Though this can be harder to label, our outlook or perspective on the world can be deeply connected to our identity and it can also be shaken by a trauma or loss.  Whether it is the belief that the world is a fair and just place, a general optimistic perspective, being a ‘happy person, or a feeling that the world is predictable or safe, our lens through which we see the world has a deep impact on our identity.  A significant death or trauma can shake these assumptive beliefs about the world, leaving people sometimes feeling more negative, jaded, pessimistic, or unable to engage with other people or activities the way they used to.  This can result in an identity change or loss that feels difficult to reconcile.

Uhhhhh, okay . . . so I have definitely experienced a loss of identity. Now what?

We’ve thrown a ton of information about grief and loss of identity your way.  If you’re thinking “yes, this is me!” you may also be thinking “what do I do about it??”.   There is no easy answer, but the first thing to keep in mind is your identity will never be what it was before the loss.  Like so many things in grief, trying to go back to how things were before the loss just isn’t possible.  Part of regaining a sense of self after the loss is accepting that identity is going to be different than it was before.

From there it is important to remember that different doesn’t mean bad.  As human beings, we often don’t like change.  We have ideas about how life is supposed to look and who we are supposed to be.  When life doesn’t pan out that way, it can be easy to assume that no alternative will ever allow us to have a sense of well-being.  Though there will always be a deep sense of grief around the people and things in life that we lose, this does not mean there will not be other things that bring a sense of purpose, joy, and contentment and that will slowly become part of your identity.

Remember, you can bring the past into the present.  The person you lost, the person you were, those are all things that will still be a part of you as you go forward.  The myth of “letting go” has left many grievers feeling like the healthy way to grieve is to shut the door to the past.  As we have said time and time and time again, a continued connection to loved ones, as well as a continued connection to the person we used to be, can be a very healthy part of moving forward.

Finally, take some time to reflect on your identity.  Whether it is talking with a friend, a counselor, writing, art, or some other form of expression, consider how your identity has shifted.  Make an effort to focus not just on the losses, but also on gains.  This may be the new relationships that have formed, positive changes in perspective, new skills or growth that have come from changes in professional or physical identity, etc.  Though it is easy to focus on the loss of self, rebuilding self-identity can slowly come through an awareness of changes in the self.  This means bringing pieces along, acknowledging pieces that will never be the same, and establishing new pieces of the self that are built on things that came before.

Like I said, no easy answers.  But if you relate we would love to hear about your experience with loss of identity and any tips for coping.  Leave a comment!

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  1. Lynn Valaes  October 12, 2020 at 11:10 am Reply

    This really resonated with me:

    “your identity will never be what it was before the loss. Like so many things in grief, trying to go back to how things were before the loss just isn’t possible. Part of regaining a sense of self after the loss is accepting that identity is going to be different than it was before.”

    This is the hardest part for me.

    It is 11 months next week since my mom passed away suddenly. She was my best friend. It’s been a struggle… and then throw COVID on top of the fire….

    I am a business owner and I had a HUGE passion for what I did at the time my mom passed. Now, I could care less. It’s like a part of me died when she died. 🙁

    I have practically no interest in my business and feel like I am just floating around aimlessly.

    I have done some therapy and that helped me quite a bit. I am still trying to have patience with myself and everything, but this lost feeling is scary – especially for someone like me who has been so driven and focused.

    I miss the clarity I used to have. 🙁

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    • IsabelleS  October 14, 2020 at 12:52 pm Reply

      Lynn, I am so very sorry to hear about your loss and about the pain you are experiencing. As you have read in this article, what you are experiencing right now is so completely normal and valid. You will find yourself again, or at least a new version of yourself. My heart goes out to you.

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  2. Amerks96 96  October 4, 2020 at 10:07 pm Reply

    I’m so lost since my mother died almost 2 years ago. She was my anchor, my rock, my support system. I was going to a grief support group. When COVID 19 started in March 2020 it stopped. I feel so empty inside. My cousins have deserted me. I’m all alone. Don’t know what to do.

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    • IsabelleS  October 5, 2020 at 10:01 am Reply

      Hi, I am so sorry for your loss and for the pain you are experiencing. I know it may not feel like it, but what you are going through–the emptiness and feelings of being alone–are normal and okay. I want you to know that, no matter what, you are not alone. This entire community is here to support you. That being said, it may be helpful to reach out to a therapist trained in grief, which you can find here: https://grief.com/grief-counselor-directory/. If you are thinking of hurting yourself, or even if you just need someone to talk with at this very moment, please call the national suicide helpline at 1-800-273-8255 or visit their website where you can do a live online chat https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/. I hope this brings you some comfort.

      • Sandra  October 21, 2020 at 11:00 am

        Hy Lynn,

        Sorry about the loss of your mother ?. I came across your post..I didn’t know what I was feeling & now I know. I feel just like you do. I lost my mom this February .My mom & I were so close❤Miss her so much! ?

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  3. Nicolas Valdez  August 4, 2020 at 5:02 am Reply

    I went from foster home to foster all the way up to 11 my mom finally got custody of us. We eventually slowly started to move to a more and more poor area as I grew up. My mom got tired of living in a bad area so she tried to move out. We ended up moving out the house before finding a new house.(I know kinda stupid) We went out to a different city into a shelter. I was in middle school graduating on to high school when I was in the shelter. I went to school a everyday and no one knew what I was going through and we didn’t even have a car. I would take busses everywhere and walk everywhere really tired. I was in the shelter for about 4 or 5 months until we finally found a house. Now that I got my house I found out one of my best friends passed away in a car accident. Couple of weeks later my aunty passed away from drugs so both of those deaths weren’t sitting well for me at all. All I could do is walk around late nights and listen to my music thinking about how much I hate my life and the world. I’m 15 years old now and I started becoming aware that I was trying to be someone I’m not because I felt like I lost my identity. I don’t know who I am anymore and sometimes people think I’m unstable but I’m not. I just want this feeling to end and I’m scared for my future.

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    • Litsa  August 4, 2020 at 4:49 pm Reply

      Nicholas. I am so sorry for all you are going through. That is a lot of loss in a short time. Please know that if there is one thing we can say about feelings, the best of them and the worst of them, is that they do end. When we’re in the worst of it we feel we won’t get to the other side, but we will and we do. I know this is going to sound really weird, but one of the normal stages of development between 13-17 is feeling like you identity isn’t fixed, or that it is unstable or changing. As we hit that age we start to be able to understand the world as an adult, instead of as a child, and it is very normal and common that identity can be all over the place – people feel different with family, with friends, different with different friends, etc. You have also had so much transition that it probably feels especially dramatic. Please know it will begin to settle out! Have you talked to anyone, like a counselor? It might help. If you contact your school they usually have a school counselor you can talk to and, if that person isn’t enough, they can usually connect you with someone more specialized.

  4. Pri  June 13, 2020 at 10:10 am Reply

    My mother died 12 years ago, my dad 9 years ago. I’ve lost other close relatives and some of my long term friendships coming to an end feels like a death on its own right. I have a brother who I was close to, well I tried to be but he just used me and never wanted me to be happy…or happier that him. Something not a soul knows is I was molested when I was a kid by my brother and some years later by my cousin. I had a million relationships and now I’m married with kids but I hate my life. I don’t need a doc to tell me I’m depressed and talking about it won’t make it go away. I always tell myself I was not made for this world because my happiness never last and I’m really lonely. I have a strong faith in Christ but I’m a terrible representation of what a Christian should be. You’d think you’d get use to the pain… the emotional generally turns into some physical pain. But it’s often so overwhelming and impossible. I look 15 years older than I am because the stress and sadness has just killed me or rather the attempt to fight it has. Today is definitely a low day but my toxic habits of having a good cry and just pretending like nothing happened will just continue probably til I die. *sigh FML. In all these years this is the first time I’ve googled how to survive trauma. That’s either really f’d up or progress. God only knows.

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  5. Char  May 21, 2020 at 8:45 pm Reply

    I’m not good at explaining this but I’m an only child and my Dad committed suicide out of the blue 7 years ago, my dad was my hero. I’ve unfortunately watched a lot of close family die over the years but I haven’t been able to come to terms with his properly yet, I currently struggle with anxiety/depression myself.
    I have lost myself because I feel like by not knowing/being there to stop him that his death is my responsibility, I’m really struggling to cope with the everyday because I dont believe I am worthy of life because of this. I dont know who I am or how I get back to being a person. My self confidence is non-existent because I feel arrogant about being confident in myself because i feel like someone died because of me, how do i move on? I have an 8 year old autistic non-verbal son to improve myself for and i need help

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  6. GaryB  May 16, 2020 at 4:23 pm Reply

    Coming up on 2 years on August 9th since I lost my wife to evil lung cancer and in essence my own life. I have no identity and no purpose -zest for life. I was just retired with her and was about to become the “greatest husband ever” in my mind. I was ready and able to give her everything the vacations we hardly took due to financial strain- the cruises- already bought our dream vacation home. Now it was payback time for all the love she gave me and my kids. Now that shes gone-so am I. I wake up watching day go into afternoon into night. I go through the motions and wear a mask at family events. I am the loneliest man alive. I have grandkids- but “thats nice” but I was never to be a substitute for my wife. She wanted to be the ultimate grandma and would have been. I was glad to be her sidekick-in the background as she would work her magic. She left me at 62 and I was 64. I only fear that my now lonely and miserable life of waiting could be a true horror based on what happened to my Mom.
    You see she lost my Dad only 1 year after he retired to their dream home in Florida. He worked all those years to get them there. They got there-got a year and at age 57 he was gone- She lived to 92! I dread the thought that this is what life now has in store for me. She too as well as I am a “one and done”-it was always that for me. I have zero interest in “the game” and in only 2 years I have gained 30 pounds and 15 years! I had been in great shape but then said “why bother now-because it was for my wife as much for me”. Now I look old and shameful and dont really give a crap. You see I left that “game” when we got her diagnosis-it was all over at that point.

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    • Lynlee  November 19, 2020 at 10:52 pm Reply

      Just read your post. I know exactly how you feel. Lost my husband 7 weeks ago. I just don’t care about anything anymore. You are lucky to have your grandchildren though. I think my grandson might be the only thing to make me feel a little better but my daughter won’t let me see him. I have no idea why. I hope you and I feel better someday. Each day I hate waking up and facing another day without my dear husband. Like you , I have given up exercise, haven’t had my hair done. Have had maybe 3 showers in last 7 weeks. Have gained probably 15 pounds. And I could care less….just wanted you to know you are not alone in how you feel. 😥

  7. Coleen  May 11, 2020 at 2:23 am Reply

    Hi. I’m currently 25 years old. i came across this quote somewhere that says ” the downside of childhood is that you don’t have to understand things to feel them. by the time your mind is able to comprehend, the cut is already too deep.” many bad things happened when i was still growing up and i just realized recently why did i not fight back? why didn’t i rebel? why did i understand my parents, why am i the one to take care of them when they are the one whose supposed to take care of me? i dont how it started but after graduating high school then got myself into college i was already feeling lost those five years in college seems like a big blur to me. everytime i looked at my photos im always surprised about the way i smiled in those photos seems like a whole different person. i always tried to reconnect with who i am in the past. but it never works. now im easily angered over simple things especially when my father and mother talks to me. after yelling at my mother im washed over by regret instantly because i know its not my mothers fault but i cant help but get angry anyway i feel like a teenager actually. im really close with my mother in the past but right now our relationship just involves me yelling at her. when i look into the mirror i just dont know myself anymore, i always ask myself if there is still a point on being alive? i did try to kill myself but the only hope that i cling on is that at the very end im gonna die anyway. i miss myself. i dont know how to move forward. im angry at everyone including myself. i just dont know who i am anymore.

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    • Matthew Hanacek  August 17, 2020 at 5:28 pm Reply

      Hi Coleen,

      Reading about your journey and the pain you’ve experienced makes my heart feel heavy for you and I’m sorry for all you’ve gone through. I’m 24 and I came home after my freshman year of college due to financial reasons, and I experienced a very similar loose of identity. How you described looking at old photos of yourself and wondering how you smiled like you used to, I’ve had those same moments. I became very isolated, while finishing out my college years at home. We lost family, tragic death, lost both my dogs, and by the time I graduated I felt so broken, lost, and like I didn’t know myself anymore. To avoid going on and on, I just wanted to say I have felt those same feelings, I’ve had friends and family tell me I don’t have that same positive spark, and I really miss how I used to be. Knowing someone else has felt this makes me feel less lonely, and hopefully you too, and I really hope you find yourself again. I hope these moments of confusion and lose, bring us back to clarity and confidence in who we are. You’re not alone and thank you for being willing to share, I really wish you the best.

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  8. Rebecca  March 1, 2020 at 12:12 am Reply

    I’ve lost a baby a partner a sister a father a close friend,. I don’t think you ever quite recover.Its like a re occurring scab . That every now and then it rears up again. .Ive cried multiple tears.Ive exercised I’ve meditated, Id get busy so as to not think.I now avoid getting close to any one. I avoid touch. I can’t remember the last time I hugged my kids,Have tried to find my happy place on the water ,hands in the soil.Connect with nature, there are the odd moments of pure joy! When I’ve achieved something I thought I never could.My idently im not sure who I am any more, the loved ones I connected with the most have gone!!!gone!!Grief is definitley a bumpy road to negoiate,
    I often wish I could have them all back!!!!

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    • Kaylee  April 7, 2020 at 1:40 am Reply

      Thanks you for sharing. I Have some of the same experiences. I haven’t got close to anyone in years and I’m so scared to let anyone back in. It’s not living.

  9. Shanna  February 13, 2020 at 12:46 pm Reply

    I can completely identify with this article. My husband of 18 years left me, asked for a divorce 10 days later, then I was let go from my job 2 days later (besides the fact he made 3 times more than I did so I lost the financial stability), then my ex got the house cuz I had no income to pay the mortgage, my ex got all 5 dogs cuz I had nowhere to put even one, then I found out my ex had left me for my friend who was 20 years younger than him, then I totalled my car. So I have been dealing with a lot of loss, not death but still loss. It hurts and scares me. I don’t know how I can be ok again, i feel like if I get comfortable with my life I will lose everything again!

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  12. Ana  February 2, 2020 at 6:26 pm Reply

    God bless you all x . I found this incredible article and all your stories after Googling, grief I don’t know who I am anymore. I’m a 39 yr old single mother of two great kids, whom I had left their Dad 12 years ago due to family violence. My mother/best friend/confidante, died in Nov last year – 5 months after a cancer diagnosis. My father died 13 years ago. I cared for my mother, right up til her last breath. I feel like I’m stuck in time, unable to move forward as everything carries on around me. The empty, gaping whole in my heart stops me in my tracks. I feel empty, lost, unsure, lonely, tired, unmotivated. I give everything to my amazing kids, but when it is just me – I literally do not know what to do. I dread going back to work, I feel vulnerable. Family connections are just not the same anymore. Thank you for sharing you heart on here.

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  13. Joie De winter  January 13, 2020 at 8:07 pm Reply

    Wow, I came on here looking for support or insight about how to cope with loosing my mum a month ago.
    But reading your comments I count my blessings. I really feel for you. Those who lost people to suicide and tragic accidents or desease.

    All I can say is we have to find our way in good time. If I can be a tiny candle in those dark nights, I’d say love is forever us, life is forever love. Nothing can be changed or brought back. And big shift will happen.

    Maybe it’s coming to understand that even though they have gone in the physical they are never gone. They go into energy, and are with you in more peace I believe.

    The struggle if being alone is tough. It helped me to refocus on what I do have, return to gratitude if it’s possible. We are never alone.

    My mother has left if cancer. Totally emotional exhaustion, hard protection, I closed down. But I have friends, strangers, music, trees, nature, animals. I believe in serving we come back to love slowly. We are someone, with a big heart. We are the only ones that can open that heart.

    I guess at some point we got to come back to beauty, trust and enjoyment as much as we can. Start small with little new activitivities, groups. I do shaking practice in Bali with ratu bagus, this changed my life.

    Much love

  14. Viviane  January 9, 2020 at 11:51 pm Reply

    My husband of 12 years and father of my two girls now 10 and 8 yrs old lost his battle against mental health problems and decided to end his life a year and a half ago. I have been through so many ups and downs trying to stay positive and raising my girls but sometimes it is just too much to bear. Last night as I struggled with unsettling emotions I did not know what was going on inside me that was when I googled ‘I don’t know who I am anymore’ and found this article which I believe opened my eyes to what I am feeling now. I feel like I am riding an endless roller coaster of emotions and I am so tired to be strong all the time. I am originally from Brazil. I lost my father 9 yrs ago and my mother 4 yrs ago both were devastating losses to me as well. I have been coping in different ways, I dance in a semi professional group, I meditate , about everything to keep my head above water but I know I am facing about ALL of these identities issues. It seems like this article was written for me , I feel just like that broken inside. I have moments of happiness with my daughters and I try to be positive but I don’t really know who I am anymore and I am desperate to find myself again. I had to quit my job to take care of my husband and now I feel I have no identity. I am glad I found the courage to write this comment and I am grateful for this article it opened my eyes to a serious personal problem I need to address to feel whole again. There were way too many losses in my life and I need to try to put my pieces together and find out who I have become, what is my identity now. I have hope I can do it. I believe in myself even though I am not sure who that person is now. Thank you for each and everyone of you who opened your hearts and shared your experience . I read all the comments and replies to comments and I feel so inspired by your courage to share . God bless you all.

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  15. Rish  January 3, 2020 at 6:20 am Reply

    Thank u for this article. It has helped me in my recovery. I lost my job of 22 years in 2017 then I lost my husband in 2018 and I felt unable to continue beyond caring for my 2 sons. I was already in a 12 step program and this had helped me tremendously in my recovery and healing. I feel it’s time for restoration. The God of my understanding has been an amazing source of peace, serenity and acceptance.

  16. Tj Sheppard  January 2, 2020 at 3:59 am Reply

    In September, I met a girl through one of my friends. At first I thought me and her wouldn’t really talk and I’d have no interest in her and she’d have none in me. I was very wrong. In no time we ended up messaging each other almost every single day. I started to develop feelings for her and I confessed it to her. She had feelings for me too. We were together for a little but one day she realized that she was just needy and wanted someone. She was also going through a lot so she asked to be friends because she didn’t want a relationship with anyone. I respected it at first but I another friend misinformed me that she left me for someone else. I felt hurt, betrayed, used. I spiraled. I tried to kill myself. I almost lost my friends and her. Completely. A month and a half later we start talking again and all my friends forgave me. She’s moved on to a good guy who makes her happy but there’s a little part of me that wants her back so badly. She’s my best friend now and I’m willing to let the part of me that wants her, that aches for her go. I am lost, I don’t recognize myself when I look in the mirror. I can’t feel anyone’s love for me. Not from my friends or family. Somedays I want to leave, never look back and start over. I don’t though because I know someday I’ll find myself again. I know I’ll feel again. I know I’ll be okay

  17. henry russell  December 24, 2019 at 1:05 pm Reply

    My Son, Jake was kill this year April 16th in an ATV accident while our family was vacationing in Mexico.
    He was only 14.5 years old and I miss him so very, very much. I have so much guilt surrounding his death, I find it hard to get up each day and function in this world.
    I sat next to Jake in the razor 4 wheeler when he was killed. I let him drive, we were only going 10-15 mph in the sand. I honestly still don’t clearly understand how this happened. I wish the Lord would have taken us both at the same time. My identity is blurred and I’m lost.
    He was my only Son and my little Prince meant the world to me, but now he’s gone. Never to be here hug, to laugh, to joke, to grow and graduate from high school.
    This is not the natural order of things and I can’t seem to bear it.

    I’m a lost Father………………..

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    • Randy Jefferson  February 22, 2020 at 11:26 pm Reply

      Mr Russell my name is Randy I lost my son Nov 1st 2019. He was my best friend my everything. My wife and I are struggling with this. I feel your pain and if your like us we would give our life to bring him back. I feel angry,sad and lost at the same time. We have other kids but he was the baby, yes 18 is a man but our baby. I don’t want to be here without him but don’t want to hurt my other kids bye being selfish doing something to myself. It’s not supposed to happen in this order, parents should go first. I don’t know if I can or can’t help u but I can try if u need me. U might can help me or we both might stay lost. Everyone thinks or at least acts like we should be over this bye now and all better. We will never be over it or be better, we might figure out how to deal with it idk. I’m just lost

    • Ben  April 6, 2020 at 8:36 am Reply

      I’m so deeply sorry for your loss if your one and only son. I sincerely hope that other people either come into or grow more into your life. People or a person that can sit with you and your pain for as long as you need. Such a person won’t take away your pain but you won’t carry the pain all by yourself – the awful loneliness of grief that it s never shared. Wishing the best from my heart.

  18. Dale  December 20, 2019 at 4:56 am Reply

    I too am suffering with tremendous loss of identity and I don’t see a way out of this deep black hole. I’m alone. I’m an only child. My elderly father lives in another city and suffers from Alzheimer’s so he doesn’t remember my mother (his first wife) or my childhood or much of anything. My only child moved out early this year when she finished school and got a permanent job. My mother passed away this spring also in another city. My husband of 43 years suddenly left me this summer after I caught him in an affair with a young stripper/addict. He had been involved with her for years but had always denied it was illicit and made excuses and blamed me for complaining. I was dealing with my own medical issues, working very hard at my job all week, taking care of our house and dog and my mother and then her estate matters on weekends with no help at all from him. My attempts to communicate with him, do activities together – even share meals together were rebuffed without explanation. When he left I also lost most of our household income and half of everything we built together (I’ve been working full-time for over 40 years without a break, paying the bills and trying to save because I hardly have any pension of my own). Even though I now know he was leading a double life : lying, cheating and stealing (buying his girlfriend whatever she wanted, devoting all of his time and energy to her), his entire family has also abandoned me without a word – as if I had chosen this disaster. He has not apologized or expressed any regrets and neither have they – even though I was a member of their family since the age of 15. I don’t know how I will manage to keep my home where I have lived for 30 years, and now I won’t be able to retire for many years – which will be difficult given my age and health. Everything we enjoyed together is gone – every memory and souvenir is tainted, every song is too painful to hear and every photograph too shocking to look at now. All that I expected we would do together in the future : holidays and hobbies and vacations and retirement, special occasions with our daughter and future grandchildren – is gone. Permanent damage caused by Accutane years ago cost me all my beautiful hair, and this is another loss of identity, which prevents me from even thinking of finding someone new one day. Until I found out about him and the stripper, despite my physical appearance I still felt valued and wanted and secure because my husband was still saying he loved me and only me and that he wanted to be together forever. His choice to leave me for some much younger woman with large plastic parts who exchanges sex acts for money clearly demonstrates that the stripper’s looks were more important to him than my love, loyalty, our family, home, marriage vows, or four decades of shared history and hard work to build a life. I’ve lost faith in people (men who cheat, women who cheat with them) and I’ve lost hope for myself. Who am I now and what is there to look forward to except getting older, sicker, poorer and living alone? I’m in mourning for the person I loved and lived with and respected and completely trusted my whole life – the person who inhabits his body now is nothing but a cold blooded reptile with no soul and no morals or memory and someone who doesn’t care if I live or die. If I didn’t have my daughter, I wouldn’t want to go on at all.

  19. Emily Clarke  December 10, 2019 at 12:04 pm Reply

    This article has opened a window to healing for me. My husband and I have been trying to have children for over ten years. W e have been tested- (re-tested), talked to multiple experts/doctors, I’ve had two surgeries- with a final conclusion of unexplained infertility. In 2014 I got pregnant for ten weeks – lost the baby to miscarriage. This was the longest I had ever been pregnant. The initial grief was immediate, primal and confusing. Perhaps, due to a lack of coping skills – I “coped” by burying myself if work, life/distractions- continued to “have hope you will be able to get pregnant again”. There was 2 other miscarriages that occurred after 2014 , both very very early on in the pregnancy. I was numb at this point- clinical. I continued to distract myself with work as a nurse and even decided to return to school to work on my masters. Which brings me to today. After years of waking up at 3 am with panic attacks/anxiety, fighting to maintain the facade I have been presenting to the world that I “have it under control”, I decided to seek professional help. Even three weeks into therapy I was still trying to convince myself I had accepted the loss of fertility but in reality I don’t think I ever even had allowed myself to fully grieve. This article with all the responding comments has been a lifesaver. Life will never be the same but I can hope for clarity and peace of mind to continue to evolve and cope with the challenges life has presented. Thank you all!

  20. Sarah  November 24, 2019 at 10:43 am Reply

    About a year after my marriage ended, my son died. He had struggled with congenital heart disease and a host of other issues his entire 17 years. It’s been three months. I don’t see a future for me. I was his mother and caretaker. I was someone’s wife. I’m nothing now. A shell. I look ahead and ask how am I to endure another 30, 40, even 50 years of existing on this planet. There’s no point, because that’s it. I just exist.

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    • Steven king  November 29, 2019 at 6:58 pm Reply

      I understand what your going through I lost my wife of 32 years I’m just exsisting I wish I would not wake up.

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  21. Crushed To The Bone  November 20, 2019 at 8:40 pm Reply

    We got home from the grocery store. I walked around, opened her door and she got out. I took one look at her in the sunlight and told her to get back in the car. “Babydoll, you’re yellow and we’re going to the hospital.”

    Two weeks later I watched her die in the hospital.

    30 years. My best friend, the passionately deep love of my life, gone without warning. I keep going over and over what I should have – Could have done if only I had been quicker, asked the right questions, been more strict with the doctors – she might be here, smiling… sharing… all the things we loved to do together.

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  22. Jane  November 9, 2019 at 1:14 pm Reply

    My husband shot himself 18 months ago after we had a disagreement. I said something I regret in a moment of frustration and stress and I apologized but he wouldn’t believe me/accept it. I loved him with all my heart. I am shattered. I still cry every day and see a therapist and attend a survivor grief group. Nothing helps. I am 58 years old; we’d only been married two years and it was my first marriage. We were together 12 years and neither of us had children. We were finally building our “dream home” and had everything we’d ever talked about and worked for ahead of us. Finally time to be together. I thought we were both excited about It but we were both very stressed–a lot had happened in those 12 years with deaths in the family, cancer, etc.. He seemed quiet and withdrawn and I didn’t pay attention to it. I am now totally lost too. I have no identity now other than calling myself a horrible person for arguing with him. I wonder if I was wrong all those years I thought we were both happy. Maybe I was a horrible person and made him unhappy and I cannot forgive myself for that. I don’t know what the truth is about anything now; who I am; who I was, who we were. I thought I knew our relationship was going to last forever. I thought he loved me as much as I loved him. There’s no going forward from this. It is only pain, regret and confusion. I thought he was troubled and needed help. . . now I question if he did or I just made it up because I’m awful or something. Did I make him sad for a long time and I didn’t know? All I ever wanted to be after being alone so many years was a wife; have a husband to be my friend and come home to and share life with. Now I have nothing. My reason for living, for happiness is gone. He was my best friend and we shared everyting. We talked about everything, went everywhere together. He was my hero. Whether it was healthy or not, our identities were tied together . . . I don’t know how to “be” without him, with the regret of that argument, or how to ever even imagine happiness again. I think I will carry this with me forever. You cannot imagine the pain of being without him and having him die like that. It has taken my identity on every level.

    • K  November 16, 2019 at 5:25 am Reply

      Dear Jane, I’m so sorry for you’re going through. Please don’t blame yourself – arguments are a part of relationships and you did nothing wrong. You are someone who loved another person very deeply for 12 years and when he lost his own extreme struggle with himself (that’s who he was fighting, not you), you were still brave enough to carry on putting one foot in front of the other and still speak his name in love. You may not be the same person, but today you are someone who pulled me out of my own terrible grief for a moment and showed me that I can survive this. take care x

    • Dave  November 22, 2019 at 3:56 pm Reply

      Dear poor, poor Jane,
      Your story breaks my heart ?.
      There is nothing I can do to help, perhaps,
      but but I am sending you all my healing love.
      Dave ?

    • Paula  November 27, 2019 at 4:53 pm Reply

      My husband died unexpectedly a week ago so I am a wreck and certainly not an expert on how to cope but your post reminded me about something I read once about suicide. It described suicide as a “beast in the jungle” and that often the act of suicide comes upon the person and nothing can stop it. The person is taken by it as if killed by a wild animal. The method of death caused you nearly unbearable pain and I am so sorry you had to go through that.

    • Lynlee  November 19, 2020 at 11:15 pm Reply

      Dear Jane,
      I’m very sorry for your loss. Lost my husband seven weeks ago. I can’t imagine losing a husband the way you did but please do not think it your fault in any way. My husband more or less died in my arms. He had seizures due to a traumatic brain injury from a car wreck 10 years ago. The doctors could not stop the seizures this time though, and my best friend, love of my life, father to my son, my everything, is gone. I, like you, keep wondering if only I had done something, anything at all that could have kept him here. Like you, I am left trying to figure out how to deal with it all. Please don’t continue to think that you are to blame for what your husband did. It is not your fault. You are not to blame. Good luck to you.🦋

  23. Medapa  October 26, 2019 at 12:07 am Reply

    I recently lost my husband of 17 yrs due.to a unexpected heart attack. I found him in bathroom of hotel ( we were traveling home from vacation and on a layover, we were due to fly that morning) i called 911 and cpr was performed for 20 minutes until the ambulance arrived. He was pronounced dead at the hospital. I was alone 3 provinces away from home and my husband was dead. Im 40 yrs old we had no children. I have no other family that lives in town. Due to economic benefits. I have to remain living here for now. I have a large friend face but it just isn’t the same. I am so alone and so lost. I don’t see a future for myself I can barely see into next week. I almost feel like I’m a different person I have no feelings except sadness and deep deep pain. I loved him like I loved no other. I honestly don’t know what to do I feel like I’m living a half life now.

    • Cathy  October 27, 2019 at 10:41 pm Reply

      Dear, I am so sorry you are going through this. You will heal, you will regrow, but you will be different, better for the love your husband poured into you. You’ll find a way to pour it out into others. I am praying for you. Find me at cathycanen.com if you’d like to message me- you have a friend.

  24. Cindy Alt  October 22, 2019 at 12:21 am Reply

    I lost my husband unexpectedly 2.5 years ago. I was probably going to get a divorce but it didn’t happen. Now I’m left dealing with his unfinished projects, his business, basically his life since he died. I have lost myself in this time with constant work, stress and anxiety. I have become exhausted and my outlook for the future is not at all good. People have left my life and a few have entered my life. I have also pulled away from people who have not been helpful with their comments or actions. I trying like crazy to get rid of parts of this load on me but it takes time. I just hope once I get free of some things I will become me again. I will not be who I was but I look forward to seeing who I become.

  25. Sally  October 21, 2019 at 5:32 pm Reply

    My sister died in jan , we were close , then a old man ran a red light and ran me off the road in the same month , then my partner dumped me , I had my handbag stolen , my car was wrote off in the accident , all I could afford was a really old heap rusted car , my son was struggling with the loss of my sister and exams , playing up etc , my car kept breaking down , I changed my job , I struggled with my finances and it’s all left me not wanting to be here anymore , it’s very hard , I’m on anti depressants and I’m going through the menopause so the anti depressants don’t seem to be working , I very low most days are more low than manageable , it’s been four months I’ve been like this and I’m trying to I’m prove my life each day but I feel so lost and unhappy , I don’t look forward to anything anymore but this post was good and helped me see losing someone feels like you’ve lost yourself , I’ve never thought of it that way so thank you . I still don’t want to carry on but I am trying

    • lee grobbelaar  November 22, 2019 at 3:56 pm Reply

      every life is worth the breathe we are gifted with until that breathe is taken, every day – both painful and beautiful is a gift
      you are a gift, i bet your sister would love to console you and to wipe your tears and see you smile again even though things seem so shitty to put it mild x x so let me be a soul sister for a moment and run my cyber hands over your eyes and catch your tears for her x x x
      one day – some time in the future you will smile again and you will see the beauty of your sisters life all around you, accept grief, work through your grief with friends and councellors if you are able. stay kind to yourself, your sister would want this x x

  26. Brittney  August 8, 2019 at 2:12 pm Reply

    My boyfriend of 8 years died unexpectedly almost 2 weeks ago. I feel an unbearable sadness. I lay in bed for most of the day. I cry and the anger that builds up inside me is so painful. I want him back and I pray that he will come back even though I know it will never happen. I have never been religious so now I’m afraid. I want to believe I will see him again. He died of an overdose so I always had a fear of this happening when we were together. He was such a special wonderful man who died at 35. He understood me and made me laugh. I miss everything about him. I don’t want to live anymore but I still fear dying. My bestfriend the love of my life has moved on without me. I lay in bed wishing he was still there to hold me.

  27. Cheryl  August 7, 2019 at 6:23 pm Reply

    Thank you for the article on grief. It made me realize how many things we do grieve for, and maybe aren’t aware of why we have those feelings. Life seems like it’s always a series of losses of one sort or another.
    I had a lot of major life losses in a short amount of time. My divorce just finalized months ago but was dragged on by my abusive Ex for almost 3 years. Divorce is a death with no body and a strange thing to grieve over. Along with the marriage, hopes, dreams, his family and friends who no longer speak to me, we lost our dog of 16 years, my brother’s wife of 40 years, and I just retired, which means I’ve lost my career , (my 2nd one) of 16 years. Lots of grieving in multiply layers. It’ s been a rollercoaster ride.
    Sometimes I feel like a deer in the headlights, stunned at all the changes I’ve gone through. I feel like I’ve lived a whole lifetime in a matter of 3 years. I have been in therapy for the last 1 1/2yr, which has saved my life. I read people don’t think therapy will bring back their loved ones, no it won’t , but what it will do is bring you back. No you will never get over it, through it, but you will learn how to deal with the pain of it.
    When my sister in law passed away at 66 yrs old, I realized we must live our lives to the fullest, with the most joy, and happiness so that we may honor those that can no longer do that. And those that have passed, as my parents, and most of my family have would not want us to suffer, be unhappy, unfulfilled and what would be the point of that.
    I am so sorry for those of you who feel so badly, and don’t want to die but no longer want to live. That’s a most difficult place to be in. I would tell you to get help, it doesn’t do you any good to sit with such misery with no where to take that.
    I hope you will consider what I’ve said , and please know, this journey I’m on has been the hardest of my life, but truly the biggest lessons of my life. There is always hope, and always a choice. I wish you all the best to heal from your losses.
    My heart goes out to you all who have taken the time to write in this post.

    • Tabatha  September 20, 2019 at 2:56 am Reply

      Thank you so much. Your words touch my heart. I keep putting off getting help (therapy) but I am really going to try to make an effort to do that because its probably my only chance in this lifetime and I have a wonderful daughter I want to ‘want to’ live for. I love her so much but have so much hate towards myself. Again thank you and God bless you!!

    • Diana  February 26, 2020 at 2:37 am Reply

      Thank you. I have suffered from a lack of identity crises for quite some time and have thought it was just me … ( Just get over it!!!). I relate to all of what you have said . I thank all you brave people for sharing your life stories. Makes me realise how inadequate we are to cope with life….. retirement , job loses, caring for loved ones either ill or aged, have loved ones die and feel abandoned, rejection, aloneness, isolation ….
      We need assistance with mental health more than I ever dreamed,…. attached to work places, hospitals, schools…..,.
      We need support…. how do you know where to go and who to talk to?

  28. Carol  July 29, 2019 at 7:50 pm Reply

    I have experienced the more traditional loses starting in 2004 (mother, companion, stepmother, father). I had only been living with my companion, not my folks). My dog who died recently was always there in my boat Colleen (I love your post). When she died I felt my boat sank. I felt I was a bad captain by running my dog’s & my boat carelessly into rough waters. I did this by postponing her dental work until my dog ran into problems. The boat started to sink & l failed at bailing it out competently too.

    My new identities feel like failure, failure & failure. My world feels completely void of other identities. I am adrift at sea. No land is anywhere in sight. Thank you for throwing me a life raft with article all the posts.

  29. Chris  July 23, 2019 at 1:24 pm Reply

    Every story here is sad beyond definition. My wife of 24 years died within six weeks of a surprise “Stage 4” diagnosis in November 2018
    As others here have said it is hard to continue the journey with an identity, a purpose and goals.
    Our plans for retirement (she was 58, I was 53 and now 54) and our plans for life supporting our adult daughters and just enjoying happy times have been swept away.
    My identity is gone and I don’t have the energy to forge a new one or the desire to build a “new story” with someone else.
    I’m lonely. I don’t know who I am. I grieve. I work.
    For all of you that have your own tragedy and some of the saddest stories I have read please know I feel for each of you.
    There isn’t a way to send communal support.
    But if you are reading this just know that you are not alone. It made me feel better to read the stories. It’s not helping me rebuild an identity but it’s good to know others understand what you experience.

    • Jacquelyn Wilson  November 5, 2019 at 12:49 am Reply

      Chris – you have perfectly described how I feel and our stories are similar. My husband and soulmate of 25 years passed away March 1, 2016. I quit my job to take care of him. I am completely lost – everything has changed. I had to move because both my parents and my husband passed away and I just couldn’t get away from the grief. Only one friend stuck by me. I have met new friends but just can’t seem to connect. I told me daughter that I really don’t care about anything anymore; that I feel like I’m just waiting for my own death. Meaning I just don’t fear it anymore.

  30. samwise  July 2, 2019 at 8:37 pm Reply

    Over two years ago, I lost my very best friend. The only 100% trustworthy being in my life. The fact that he had 4 legs and fur doesn’t change what he meant to me, especially given the fact that I was raised in an extremely emotionally neglectful family. Since his loss, I’ve lost my spark, my sense of joy. I feel numb all the time. My family, in their typical neglectful manner, pushed me even further away when I didn’t “snap out of it” within one week after he died, just before Christmas. And so, I’ve lost my family, empty and superficial as they were though I continue with some obligatory interactions for my mother’s sake. Every day is hard. Pretending everything is fine is tough. I do not see my future clearly. I just continue forward in a fog. I do some volunteering. Take an online class… If there are any others out there who have lost an animal friend who was everything, please know that you’re not alone. The suffering is every bit as excruciating as losing a beloved human — worse in some ways because so many people just don’t understand.

    • RA  July 28, 2019 at 12:45 pm Reply

      Oh I’m so sorry you lost your best friend. My dog is my soulmate and best friend too and she is my life so I really know how you’re feeling. Have you thought about getting another dog? Never to replace but to offer love to another dog that would offer a different personality and relationship with you. Go to a shelter and give another dog the love that you have. My thoughts and understanding from another soul who understands what you’re going through Xx

  31. Feijial  June 14, 2019 at 12:18 pm Reply

    We truly need to learn our true self-identity and its a mindset which needs to be developed.

  32. Diane Lewis  June 10, 2019 at 12:44 pm Reply

    I am a loss as to what to do next, I feel so alone and sometimes wish I had died with him, I was married to my Husband for 50 years and for the last 4 years his caregiver. Ken fell in our home and after a month in the hospital and another in a nursing home he was sent back home for me to care for him, He couldn’t talk, walk or feed himself had a G-tube and I was using a hoyer lift to get him out of bed into a wheelchair, I had to teach him how to talk , brush his teeth and how to hold a spoon to feed himself again. This was 24 hour care without a break. I often prayed that he would pass and set me free. I know that isn’t something I should say but it is honest. I always thought you have a deep down fighting spirit within you. While at the nursing home I saw many people that had that fight and willing to do whatever they needed to get better or as close to it as they could. I watched as Ken was asked to raise his arm’s to catch a ball and the ball just bounced off onto the floor. I knew there wasn’t much if any at all fight within him. Now 4 year’s later he was put on Hospice and passed away on Feb 14th this year. I miss him so much and how busy I was all the time and never felt like I had enough hours in a day to get everything done. It went from having a daily routine to so many hours in a day to do nothing. I felt sad and relief after he passed thinking I was free to do something for myself now. I have not worked in 5 year’s and have gone on a few interviews and offered a job by each one. I find I can’t commit to anything because I feel so lost at this time. I don’t know where I fit in anymore. My children are grown and have lives of their own, another day passes and I sit here without any direction.

    • JA  June 14, 2019 at 9:03 am Reply

      “Grief is the price we pay for love,” according to Queen Elizabeth, Diane.

      The quote came to mind when I read of your grief, but not the orator. So I searched online and found it to be her … or not. Google would have me believe that it belongs to one Dr CM Parkes (an acquaintance of the Queen) and his book on bereavement.

      (Bereavement: Studies of Grief in Adult Life.)
      “The pain of grief is just as much part of life as the joy of love:it is perhaps the price we pay for love, the cost of commitment. To ignore this fact, or to pretend that it is not so, is to put on emotional blinkers which leave us unprepared for the losses that will inevitably occur in our own lives and unprepared to help others cope with losses in theirs.”

      Perhaps, in time, you will support others in their own joys and losses; for yours is a rare experience. Or perhaps you will not be able to do so, I don’t know. I say this because I can only imagine you must have known a great joy.

      Hoping the joy and grief will come to coexist for you, in time.

    • Sheila  July 23, 2019 at 3:21 pm Reply

      I too feel like I have lost my identity/ myself with the loss of my husband. (I am beyond grateful to have found your website) I have just been existing, breathing in/out hoping the grief would stop. We are coming up on the 1st year on July 30th. After 6 years of non stop treatment, all the cliches of ‘just the shell of the person’ that remained were ringing so true for me. Fast forward to now, and I can’t think straight. I can’t tell if this is just ‘the new normal’ or depression. My adult daughter says it is ’emotional cutting’ to reminisce and cry. I didn’t think a human being could cry so much. I feel so robbed of our ‘golden years’ together. I didn’t realize just how intertwined our lives had actually become, we had just completed 35 yrs together. There was nothing we didn’t do together. There remains just this blinding blizzard of snow that blankets my thoughts and life.
      I pray for all of us that are grieving, that things get better in as quick a time as our hearts allow.

  33. blease  June 5, 2019 at 10:42 am Reply

    loss of identity too me reminds me of a long past event were the connection from spirit thus nature from the physical being , when a man who threw such heart break and grief loss , burred his true self deep deep within the heart were he couldn’t reach it ! the quest of the true holy grail ! however one knows nothing so one cant even say …

  34. JA  May 26, 2019 at 10:10 am Reply

    Every autumn, grief wakes in me as I do in morning.

    I have lost friends and family in the regular and expected ways – in accordance with ‘the natural way of things’ – yet nothing much beyond and so I consider myself lucky. It is in this Being Lucky That I cannot help but feel guilty – as if I haven’t earned my grief: because mine is about me alone, is selfish, and so adds layers guilt.

    I sacrificed my identity for my family – my most basic dream for their basic needs and security.

    Every autumn I mourn. My mood decreasing with melatonin, no doubt – but also because at this time of year, my pace of work eases. Almost retiring for a month, I pause in the moment to dream possibilities only to find them foregone to my family’s better good. So I exercise demonically, so as not to dream until sowing spring’s frenzy.

    Come spring, I have no thoughts of autumn – knowing in my heart It will wake, just as my heart then will break. Again. Hoping – if I allow the thought in – for It to wrench a little less.

    Eleven years of winter mending.
    Grief is counting,
    Stitches.

  35. Christine Lines  April 20, 2019 at 11:15 am Reply

    I have just read your article and it explains a lot of what I’ve been struggling with. Especially since the loss of my brother – my only sibling – 8 months ago. I am like a quarter of the person I was before he died. It was the same after the loss of my mother and my husband. I’ve never been able to explain it to my therapist how I feel. But it is like there are big pieces missing of myself. I have taken up painting in a small group and I think this might be starting to give me a new sense of self and purpose. I always wanted to be who I used to be and I grieved for that lost self but now I realise I have to build a newer sense of me. Thank you. It has been so enlightening to finally read about this

    • Kim  July 3, 2019 at 11:13 am Reply

      I also lost my only sibling unexpectedly 9 months ago. She was not only my sister, but my best friend. We had been through so much together, including the death of our mom when we were young (I was 15, she was 20), a difficult period of adjustment after her death, as our dad just lost himself for awhile. We survived, but held on to each other tight. We moved in together, and stayed very close to each other through the peaks and valleys of life. I am completely lost without her. Seeing a therapist, however, has helped. I realize that I must discover who I am now…what is my new identity since her loss. I pray that you are able to find yourself in your journey of grief. May we both find that peace.

  36. Betsy Lenora  March 31, 2019 at 11:59 pm Reply

    I RECENTLY HAD TO CLOSE A SMALL GIFT SHOP i OWNED. i SOLD HANDCRAFTED GIFTS MADE BY LOCAL ARTISTS. i HAD IT FOR 8 YEARS AND IT WAS MY DREAM COME TRUE. i LOVED MY STORE, i LOVED HELPING CUSTOMERS AND WORKING WITH THE ARTISTS. i CREATED A WONDERFUL ATMOSPHERE. AND YET, IN THE LAST 2 YEARS, THE STORE WASN’T MAKING ENOUGH MONEY TO PAY ME A SALARY. AS SOON AS I REALIZED I WOULD HAVE TO CLOSE MY STORE, I FELL INTO A DEEP DEPRESSION. THE STORE WAS MY IDENTITY. WITHOUT IT, I NO LONGER FEEL LIKE MYSELF. I BECAME SUICIDAL IT WAS THAT BAD. I LIVE ALONE AND HAVE WAY TOO MUCH TIME ON MY HANDS. I’M STRUGGLING TO FIND SOMETHING TO REPLACE MY OLD IDENTITY. IT IS A HORRIBLE WAY TO LIVE, NOT HAVING ANY DESIRES, PASSION, JOY JUST FEELING DEAD INSIDE, BLAH. I CRY A LOT.

    • Margaret D  May 20, 2019 at 1:52 am Reply

      I sympathize with the loss of your beloved store. I have had a huge shift in identity, too. I think the goal of your store is wonderful, to connect artists and customers. I know there are so many efforts you could make to keep doing this type of work without formally having a store, either with community artists or those from third world countries, on a voluntary basis after your day to day work is done. I hope you put your talents to use. They are valuable! Best wishes.

  37. Greyjoy  March 22, 2019 at 3:43 pm Reply

    how to begin…. isn’t that the toughest part of it all. I have read a handful of the comments left and the ideas and emotions within them are all too familiar. I think its fair to say that the world keeps spinning and we keep having to deal with the bulls*t. I suppose I have a hard time ‘accepting’ things that have happened because somewhere in my psyche ideas like ‘everything happens for a reason’ or some things are ‘meant to be’ still exist. The anger generated from the contrast of those two worlds keep me from being able to push forward in an optimistic manner like I did in the past. In fact, I resent the person in the past. That bright eyed person ready to take on anything and do whats needed to be done just doesn’t exist anymore. I actually blame that person for being naive to evils far beyond their perception at that space and time. Which led to the trauma that has incapacitated my ability to do good for self or even allow myself to seek help. My mind is plagued in every interaction, big or small. Who are you? Why are you asking me these questions? What do you want from me? I feel like Brion James’ character in the opening scene of Blade Runner except the interviewer is a prospective employer/friend/significant other. It’s really no way to live. I don’t want to be known as the monster I am now, I wish to be remembered as who I was, so I’ve isolated. I suppose I am here in hopes of stumbling upon something. Hope is a funny thing. Without it you are lost but with it, you just feel like the worlds biggest idiot.

    • Bekka  May 7, 2019 at 8:33 am Reply

      I could have written this myself. It’s been about 3 years since the loss of everything I loved about me and my life and I hate the person I’ve become. Though I often feel quite monstrous, logically I know I’m not a monster and I doubt you are either, but I get it. Thank you for posting. It helps ease a bit of the loneliness. I hope for both of us or anyone else who feels this way that something comes along to surprise us (in a good way for a change). Sending some love to you whoever and wherever you are.

  38. Amina  March 1, 2019 at 12:39 pm Reply

    I’ve been very upset today but after reading this i feel more aware of what’s been up with me and how I feel thank you

  39. Sarah  February 24, 2019 at 8:42 am Reply

    I’m an only child. My dad was diagnosed with cancer in late May 2008 and died 7 weeks later, age 86. I was completely unprepared for how horrifying it would be. Even though I was 51 with a good job and happily married I always knew my dad would have my back; a safety net should something go terribly wrong. Now that safety net was gone.

    My mom gamely kept on, refusing to entertain any notion of moving from the house she loved so much even though she was living in the country, somewhat isolated and I lived 600 miles away. I visited often and talked to her every day. A year and a half later she suffered a major stroke. She required around the clock care. I moved back with her (keeping up with my job by teleworking) and spent the first 3 months setting up the full time (in home) care she needed. Once I was satisfied she had the right people looking after her I went home but came back every 2-4 weeks to visit, check on her (she was unable to speak on the phone) and handle any problems from staffing issues to home repairs. This went on for 17 months. My mom was well cared for and it was my second full time job.

    When my mom died I was TOTALLY unprepared for the COMPLETE and IMMEDIATE loss of identity I experienced. I would not wish my mom’s situation on anyone, but while it was going on I was important, critical to her wellbeing in every sense of the word. I was her caregiver at times. The manager of all that mattered to her. And I was her daughter. And now I felt the loss of all of those roles. I felt like I was completely untethered – freefalling. It was unspeakably frightening and why had I never even heard of this aspect of loss and grief? I had my marriage of course and my job. But I had spent so much time living between my home and my parents’ home that when I was finally back in my “regular” life I felt like much of that life had moved past me. My husband and I have no children so we don’t have any parental roles to occupy us. I’ve adjusted to the new normal, mostly, but as other losses have accrued since then I still find myself struggling with my identity. I inherited my parents’ dog, who was wonderful and we loved her dearly. But she was diagnosed with cancer and required quite a bit of care before she died. I was her caregiver through it all. When she died I was suddenly yanked from that role, simultaneously relieved she was no longer ill, horrified at losing her and no longer vital to another being’s survival. Then I had a huge project at work for several years which came to fruition just over a year ago and when it did I experienced the same loss of identity; I suddenly had free time and not nearly as much to do.

    The other thing I had to learn is that grief accrues. One doesn’t lose someone, get over it and then start back at zero with the next loss. The losses compound. I’m finding the same with the identity struggle although it’s more nuanced.

    Thanks for giving me the space to put down these thoughts. I have no answers but maybe this will help someone else realize they are not alone.

  40. Jackie  February 22, 2019 at 2:20 am Reply

    I lost everything the day my partner died suddenly and unexpectedly at only 69.

    My lifelong love, the one person who’s unconditionally love and cared for me.
    Our longed for retirement.
    My motivation, zest for life, optimism,
    stability, security and all reason for living have been taken away from me.
    I don’t want to die but I don’t want to live.

    At 66 I wish I was older so I don’t have so long to go. I wish I could give my life to somebody who would value it as I used to.
    I don’t exist anymore overnight I went from a happy, healthy active person to nothing.
    I have no peace of mind, just regrets and constant questioning.
    Lifelong hobbies, enjoyments have been taken away from me. People I thought we’re friends don’t bother to get in touch .Family are like distant strangers who want to help but usually make me feel worse.

  41. Joe  January 22, 2019 at 12:07 pm Reply

    Floundering is a good way to describe it. What i had before is gone, long gone. I stumble thru each day in some sort of half reality.

    I now question every single thing I have ever done/thought leading up to what happened (lost my teenage son in a car accident that could have been prevented). I can be speaking to someone and its like I’m overhead looking down on this person like I’m not even attached to him anymore. Or can be driving down the street and think if i hit the car in front of my its not really real.

    GOD, now that’s a big one. I no longer believe what i believed before. I found out that my vision of GOD wasn’t correct to begin with and now i have to reevaluate a life time of what and what GOD was and wasn’t. I don’t pray for safety anymore (it didn’t work) and now believe “shi! just happens” without GODS ordaining it. If you happen to be in the middle of an intersection and a drunk idiot runs the red light, chances are YOU’RE GOING TO DIE and GOD doesn’t pull you out of the way, I just doesn’t work that way. I used GOD as my safety net wrongly. Again, doesn’t work that way.

    Hoping and Praying are also NOT things i do anymore. The only thing that works is ACTION. Pray/Hope all you want to but without action, its worthless. Again, it didn’t work for me or my family.

    3 years into this and I’m still as confused as the day it happened. Am i suicidal? No not really, I just don’t want to be alive anymore, there is a difference. Counseling??? Now that’s another whole issue. Can counseling bring back my son? NO Can it bring back my future? NO In child loss groups all i saw is unhappy miserable parents who lost children, some of them 15+ years ago or longer. That showed me you NEVER get over/thru a loss of a child (or they wouldn’t still be going there). Still trying but exhausted and tired of it all.

    Each day at a time until i see my son again.

    Joe

    • Doris Mae  May 11, 2019 at 2:24 am Reply

      Hi Joe, I lost my only child on 7/16/2010, age 28 and his dad, my husband age 64 on 11/4/2018…… floundering , isolating , trying to get through another day. I lost my family and surely lost my identity. I live with my brother and his wife and I know I need to take action to find the new me. Hardest thing EVER. I don’t want to live, but I don’t want to die. My brother says he is worried that I will not make it, if I do not try to live again. I just thought I would reach out . I am so sorry about your loss . No parent should have to endure such heartbreak .

    • LT  June 27, 2019 at 4:49 pm Reply

      Hi Joe,
      Not sure if you’ll see this because you posted some months ago but I decided to try anyway. My 17 year old son passed away almost two weeks ago. I’m in a haze. But I want you to know that death is a part of living. Sometimes a death is designed by God and sometimes it’s designed by evil. When it’s evil the purpose is to break you. To throw you off course. To shatter your potential. To cast you into a never ending state of darkness. You have to fight against it and not let it win.
      The pain I feel is enormous. I’m lost wondering why any of this matters. Wondering how I can make my life more meaningful. But I know that I have to be as strong as I can be because I cannot let evil win.

  42. patti hirschberg  January 18, 2019 at 2:05 pm Reply

    Brilliant. Thank you!

    • Mom  January 18, 2019 at 6:33 pm Reply

      Our son was murdered by fentanyl Aug. 27 2017 and it was so unexpected and sudden. I can not move on and don’t know that I ever can. Nobody called us when he died, the police screwed the case up so bad, his car and motorcycle were stolen, etc. Nobody calls and I can’t stand being on this earth without him. Everything I try to do I get beat down by a brick wall. He was my first born and it is so hard to give anything of myself because I am so depressed, angry, full of anxiety and all the other crappy feelings. My husband nor youngest son do not talk about him and that doesn’t help. I hear all the talk, talk, talk about the opioid epidemic until I want to scream. All talk and NO ACTION!! I cant find anything out about his death because police won’t respond. It’s just all I can do to even get up each day. Don’t clean, cook, brush hair, nothing.. this is not living. I pray every night for God to take me home but I hope to know who killed my son before I go. It is supposedly the room mate whom my son was kind enough to let move in and what a great thanks right?? Writing is my only release I guess. I don’t know how parents losing their children to this poison get through each day. God help us all. It appears “Authority” doesn’t really care at all. I grieve for my son and all the others dealing with this horrible epidemic.

      • Katie  January 18, 2019 at 10:19 pm

        My older brother, my moms first child, died out of the country under confusing circumstances. He was hit by a drunk driver, but we don’t really know what happened even though we went there and did everything we could for justice and closure. It’s 10 years later now. My mom still grieves, but slowly deals with some things, little by little. My mom had a lot of problems before my brother died that she never faced and now she uses her grief over my brothers death to continue not facing herself. Now my younger brother is a meth addict. I’m an addict in recovery and my mom constantly looks at her life of regret and asks what went wrong with her sons. Life is hard for all of us, but she only cares about her own grief. She’s like a child and I am the adult. She has every right to grieve. I don’t know her pain. I have a son w autism and adhd, but he is here and I make sure he knows I love him, but life is still going. We are still here. Mom, please face this grief. Get help, get a support group, take responsibility where you can and accept and forgive. The point of life is to live.

      • rene  January 19, 2019 at 11:55 am

        I am so sorry to read about your tragedy. God bless you. I am sending you light from my heart to yours and pray you are healed.

  43. Joni  January 18, 2019 at 11:56 am Reply

    This was a really helpful article; thank you. Remembering that the old “me” is still part of me, and finding positive things (as well as the bad) that have been added, helps today. Maybe we’re like moonsnails or other sea creatures with spiraling shells, and the old identities just have new layers added on top. The new layers aren’t all shiny; quite a bit of the accretion is rough and ugly, but the overall effect can still work. (I can’t go as far as “beautiful” today.)

  44. Vartan Agnerian  January 16, 2019 at 12:55 pm Reply

    Agree with Kirsty’ this website is indeed a gift and all the fellow grievers who share their grief stories and their brokenness’ helping me not feel alone and abandoned …
    As for me’ – Who am I ‘if not a wife – after 44 years of loving and fun marriage …

    Laura

  45. Edwanda Phillips  December 16, 2018 at 3:32 pm Reply

    It is good too know I am not alone.

  46. Denny  November 19, 2018 at 9:18 am Reply

    My dad died 8/2018. I retired my job to help be my daddy’s caregiver along side my two siblings that we never were close. More to the point the siblings always ganged up on me. Narcissistic personalities both of them. The grief shattered through his suffering and not knowing his own pain alone over his last 3 months of life have shattered me. I just took a new job afeto12 yrs with a company I was ready to leave but yet provided structure I was accustomed to that forced my attention to work. Now I feel even more of a loss. No dad who defined I was his daughter, a job that gave me a position and purpose. Both giving me a place. I’m so thankful for Jesus because I know to whom I belong . I hope this helps someone. I would be lost without Jesus.

  47. Cindy  October 16, 2018 at 7:52 am Reply

    My son died 15 years ago. He was my only child. He was 17. At the time i was very lucky to have lots of family and friends for support. Just about everyone has disappeared now. My 2 brothers who are older than me have both been diagnosed with a terminal illness. I am 50 years old and my long term partner of 7 years has decided we arent compatable anymore and completely moved on with his accountant. I have lost my son, my independence, my drive, my career and the ability to look after myself financially. I had to move away to a rural town where i coukd afford a 1 bedroom unit. Im isolated, lonely, depressed and fearful. I dont have the energy to go on anymore. I always hope i will feel better soon and I’ll be able to work, earn an income and start living again in some way but i fear i just cant find the purpose or passion. I used to be confident, happy, fun loving, easy going, optimistic, courageous etc. im none of those things anymore. I dont even want to or care if i leave the house, shower, eat etc. Im so lost. Thanks for the article. My heart goes out to everyone experiencing loss of a loved one. Its extremely hard.

    • Jenn  November 10, 2018 at 1:32 pm Reply

      Hi Cindy, Thanks for sharing this as it is good to know others who struggle as well. I lost my son to cancer when he was age 23 years old…that was 8 years ago. Up until then and even during his sickness (over a 5 year period) I had loads of friends checking in and calling me. Like you, I was happy, loved life and all those things. But the minute my son closed his eyes on January 16th, 2010 that was it. Everyone abandoned me, my family, my only sister, my best friends (my mom and dad passed away years ago). I tried and tried calling for general chats, but they never picked up. And then a message would be left on my phone to say they saw I called and were busy and would call me back in a day or two….but the call never came. Now, aged 65 years old I struggle to get up and go to work each day. I took a job as receptionist in an office after my son died. Yes, it pays the bills and gives me a bit extra for the odd holiday by myself and get my hair done etc. It’s just awful…..if I did not have my job I would not be here. I will do it as long as my health continues. Try and get yourself a wee job, even its only in a store a couple of days a week. As someone in Ireland, where I am from originally once said when they lost a loved one…..’ I will stumble around this planet aimlessly until as such time it is for me to leave and meet my loved one again’. I think they speak for all of us. Oh, how much better it would have been for us if everyone had not deserted us. Take care

  48. Susan Kaplan  October 15, 2018 at 8:36 pm Reply

    You mentioned Christian, Buddhist, Muslim, or just spiritual, but you left out Judaism. I certainly hope this was not intentional. Regardless, it is insulting to Jews to be omitted from this list.

    • Steven Watkins  February 10, 2019 at 7:54 pm Reply

      —Susan

      I believe that the implication was that regardless of the specific version of spirituality we happen to practice, we we’re all equally susceptible to losing our sense of spiritual identity. Also left off were Hinduism, Shikhism, Hindu, and hundreds of others. We live in a society that normalizes taking offense to a great number of things quite often. I can personally admit I’ve spent a great portion of my life doing the same. Let go of the ego. Approach each and every situation with as open a mind as possible. If nothing else, what harm could it do? I’m beginning to suspect that the primary thing standing between each of us and some level or variation of happiness is our decision to demand some kind of personal “justice” for each and every time we feel wronged—no matter how arbitrary.

  49. Gary  October 15, 2018 at 7:29 pm Reply

    My wife of 37 years marriage and 44 years of love from first sight sweethearts passed away tragically from a shocking diagnosis of stage 4 lung/brain cancer. It nailed us hard and by total shock when we thought all along it was just a bad back issue. From diagnosis to the end it was 2 months. I always prided my self as Mr and Mrs- THAT was my identity- HER HUSBAND and I was HER HUSBAND as well- we were ONE. Now I am a lost soul who has lost his pride and joy-my reason for living and getting up and going to bed every day. I had just retired and she was on back LTD but we had bought our retirement home and straight ahead were the “GOLDEN YEARS” we had so worked so hard to get to. I was 64 and she was 62. Hey what the hell- we were both talking about our 40th and 50th anniversaries- Bring it all on. Lets die of old age together. So after the shock of the diagnosis-then being her caregiver and then the finality of it all- I am left an empty shell. The once smiling with confidence and strength which was only because of my wife is now gone as well. All my ZEST for upcoming life- hey why not another 25 years right? Puts us in our eighties- hey arent people living longer? Hey your family they are all older- look all in their 80s- why shouldnt we expect and plan on the same- full speed ahead- to the GOOD LIFE here we come! Then blam- all gone within an instant. I hardly had enough time to feel the shock of the Dr words- I was numb from that moment on. But now I am NOBODY- yeah a Dad and yeah a granddad- BUT really nothing without grandma by my side. I was just the side act-she was the star of this show! I have no idea how this plays out but I do want to die- I do not have the strength to turn this ship around- why would I want to be so many years removed from the one I love? But as far as who I am? I am a nobody a nothing just going through the motions so as not to totally disappoint my children. I am NO LONGER GARY- GARY died when his love of his life passed on. If I am no longer GARY and fact is no longer Mr& Mrs Gary as well- I no longer exist! Life can easily go on without me.

    • Bev  November 27, 2018 at 1:27 pm Reply

      Gary,
      I understand how your heart is full of crushing pain.
      I just lost my soul mate. My husband of 30 years died of occupational cancer.
      I have not only my loss and grief to deal with but also his employer who has made my life hell .
      Your kids and grand kids need you here.
      Please don’t give up.
      I have felt terrible dispare in my lifetime and was once suicidal just prior to meeting my soulmate.
      Had I given up on life I would have not felt the joy and love I was blessed with. As horrible as I felt then if I had thrown it away …. I would have lost my love and my kids.. Our grandkids.. Crushed my parents. There is hope I truly believe as hard as it is right now for me.. My life has purpose and it will be better with time… Make new memories one day at a time please..

    • Pam Isonio  February 17, 2019 at 8:43 pm Reply

      My husband of 37 years passed in September. I totally get everything you’re saying, Gary. Totally true for me.
      I just feel so lost. I too have kids and grandkids, but feel as if I’m on the periphery. Just keep fighting.

  50. Krista  August 11, 2018 at 9:30 am Reply

    I struggle after 13 years with anxiety and I would say depression. I always had anxiety but it intensified when I got into my 40s. I think my grief comes from going through cancer myself. Stage 3 when I was 30. And while I am grateful to be alive everything I had hoped for or ever wanted changed . And I just don’t think I ever dealt with it. But I find myself in the same place as I was then, 14 years later- trying to still stay in the mold of what we built at that time. It my body and stagnant life are constant reminders. I want to change and yet feel like, why can’t I just be grateful for what I have. Constant struggle. And always feel like I’m grieving. About loss of self, loss of time, loss of friendships bc I find myself isolating. I was a social person, I think I need it- but it feels exhausting to press on.

  51. Nina  July 25, 2018 at 5:13 pm Reply

    I am unable even write what I am feeling or not feeling. I used to be able to articulate, talk, laugh smile, communicate . …..now what.

    • Stephanie  November 25, 2018 at 8:00 pm Reply

      I’m at the same place!! My mind is mush and all I know is that I feel like I’m going insane ?. Please reach out if you’d like, I hate feeling like I’m the only one losing my mind!

  52. Kirsty  April 12, 2018 at 10:05 pm Reply

    Thank you. This website is indeed a gift for those of us who feel ‘lost’ and not found and no longer recognise the version of ourselves that we are today. Having always felt strong and determined and with my life all planned out – my dad’s recent death does leave me feeling like I have lost my anchor. Thank you brave souls for sharing your deepest pain and sadness. I know the place where that comes from – and how brave we all are to share. I am having trouble accepting the ‘lost-ness’ of my dad’s death. Who am I – I am no longer a daughter – yet am always a daughter. Or else I don’t exist. Hmmm I am many things and yet I am nothing (sorry to post-modern for some – but I am feeling that sense of fragmentation right now). Looking, seeking aching for something concrete. Going to get all the medical tests I can to ‘prove’ I am OK – and not dying like dad. But then devastated by the truth that there simply are no certainties in life. The whole human experience is chance, unknowns and a roll of the dice. All any of us can do is to live this day, this moment with passion and meaning. I struggle with this fluidity and shifting nature of things. I want to hold on tight – I want truths made of steel. I want a life of certainties. Oh how funny we are – from the moment we are born we are changing – yet us humans have so much desire for constancy – what funny creatures we are indeed. We go to such huge measures to avoid the pain of change and loss. Thanks again for this website – and to the brave souls who are sharing. I am very grateful.

  53. Kirsty  April 12, 2018 at 10:05 pm Reply

    Thank you. This website is indeed a gift for those of us who feel ‘lost’ and not found and no longer recognise the version of ourselves that we are today. Having always felt strong and determined and with my life all planned out – my dad’s recent death does leave me feeling like I have lost my anchor. Thank you brave souls for sharing your deepest pain and sadness. I know the place where that comes from – and how brave we all are to share. I am having trouble accepting the ‘lost-ness’ of my dad’s death. Who am I – I am no longer a daughter – yet am always a daughter. Or else I don’t exist. Hmmm I am many things and yet I am nothing (sorry to post-modern for some – but I am feeling that sense of fragmentation right now). Looking, seeking aching for something concrete. Going to get all the medical tests I can to ‘prove’ I am OK – and not dying like dad. But then devastated by the truth that there simply are no certainties in life. The whole human experience is chance, unknowns and a roll of the dice. All any of us can do is to live this day, this moment with passion and meaning. I struggle with this fluidity and shifting nature of things. I want to hold on tight – I want truths made of steel. I want a life of certainties. Oh how funny we are – from the moment we are born we are changing – yet us humans have so much desire for constancy – what funny creatures we are indeed. We go to such huge measures to avoid the pain of change and loss. Thanks again for this website – and to the brave souls who are sharing. I am very grateful.

  54. Carl  April 2, 2018 at 10:27 pm Reply

    dismasx2@icloud.com
    Your website, WYG was a real eye opener for me since I had never learned or did not understand how to let myself grieve. I went to seven week grief support workshop in October last fall. I was able to begin to learn how to grieve. My parents both died within one year of each other when I was about forty years old. I am now close to my 70th birthday. My mother never even had a service. It hurt deeply. I had held on to a vision of them only as I saw them suffering
    before they died. During and after the workshop I was able to look at photographs of them when they younger and vibrant.
    I am still so sad because they have not been around as my children have grown up and married. I thank you all for sharing your pain, I immediately felt much compassion and sadness with you. I have recently “found my voice” and begun daily to live my identity. I had lost my voice and identity through dissociation during some severe childhood trauma. So this topic of grieving our loss of identity or self, spoke to me.
    I still suffer from some occasional symptoms of PTSD. Thank you for this forum and website to help people cope with grief.

  55. Carl  April 2, 2018 at 10:27 pm Reply

    dismasx2@icloud.com
    Your website, WYG was a real eye opener for me since I had never learned or did not understand how to let myself grieve. I went to seven week grief support workshop in October last fall. I was able to begin to learn how to grieve. My parents both died within one year of each other when I was about forty years old. I am now close to my 70th birthday. My mother never even had a service. It hurt deeply. I had held on to a vision of them only as I saw them suffering
    before they died. During and after the workshop I was able to look at photographs of them when they younger and vibrant.
    I am still so sad because they have not been around as my children have grown up and married. I thank you all for sharing your pain, I immediately felt much compassion and sadness with you. I have recently “found my voice” and begun daily to live my identity. I had lost my voice and identity through dissociation during some severe childhood trauma. So this topic of grieving our loss of identity or self, spoke to me.
    I still suffer from some occasional symptoms of PTSD. Thank you for this forum and website to help people cope with grief.

  56. Kathy  February 28, 2018 at 11:14 am Reply

    My husband of 25 years died 16 months ago. We were a May/December couple and the 17 yr. age difference never mattered. I loved being his wife. He was the air I breathed. So many people told me they had never seen a couple like us. We lived for each other. We tried to make each other feel loved every day. We had fun, no matter what we were doing. We did have individual interests, but we just liked being together. Not having him has left me bobbling for air. I get up everyday and go to work, but I feel my life has no meaning. Nothing is fun without him. I am struggling to find my new normal, whatever that is. I have trouble watching life go on all around me. I am sitting still. He is not here. Sometimes I see a picture or hear a phrase, and it still knocks the wind out of me. I am sad. I am mad. It is hard to explain and no one understands that my heart is really broken and my entire world turned inside out. My friends have been very supportive, but not my family and that is another pain in itself, but nothing has ever prepared me for losing my beloved husband.

  57. Kathy  February 28, 2018 at 11:14 am Reply

    My husband of 25 years died 16 months ago. We were a May/December couple and the 17 yr. age difference never mattered. I loved being his wife. He was the air I breathed. So many people told me they had never seen a couple like us. We lived for each other. We tried to make each other feel loved every day. We had fun, no matter what we were doing. We did have individual interests, but we just liked being together. Not having him has left me bobbling for air. I get up everyday and go to work, but I feel my life has no meaning. Nothing is fun without him. I am struggling to find my new normal, whatever that is. I have trouble watching life go on all around me. I am sitting still. He is not here. Sometimes I see a picture or hear a phrase, and it still knocks the wind out of me. I am sad. I am mad. It is hard to explain and no one understands that my heart is really broken and my entire world turned inside out. My friends have been very supportive, but not my family and that is another pain in itself, but nothing has ever prepared me for losing my beloved husband.

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    • Theresa  February 28, 2018 at 4:11 pm Reply

      Dear Kathy,
      I lost my husband on July 15, 2017. We were the perfect couple. Both of us had been married before. We told each other every day how much we loved each other, appreciated each other, enjoyed every minute we had together. It was a crooked path that led us to each other. He was only 4 years older (I’m 65 now). We made such wonderful plans and now nothing is the same for me. I still work full time, care for the house we shared, the dogs, the garden, his family everything. I don’t know who I am now. I’m outside looking in. Everyone thought we had been married forever. We were only married 4 years. My husband told me that I had taught him the true meaning of love. He was so very happy and so was I. We planned retirement and now…I’m lucky I put one foot in front of the other let alone planning my future or the next day. Who am I? I just don’t know.

  58. Lesley Crane  February 18, 2018 at 9:55 pm Reply

    My brother had brain tumours and died when he was 43 but my grief was displaced because he had a wife and 3yo daughter who took all the attention. Three years later my dad died following a brain bleed in his sleep from which he never woke. My youngest son died suddenly and unintentionally 2 years ago aged 24yo, He had an 8mo daughter and he was an awesome dad. I was inconsolable of course but I still had to make sure my oldest son and daughter were okay. My granddaughter’s presence softened the ragged edges of my grief which also helped me maintain a connection with my son. Four months later my older sister died suddenly, leaving two young adult nephews without a mother and neither had any connection with their respective fathers, so while grieving my son I was thrown into emotional carer mode for my nephews. Ten months later my beloved sister in law became ill very quickly with cancer and died a week before her 60th birthday. Four months later her mother (my mother in law) died suddenly. I knew why – she was grieving her daughter. I actually felt happy that they were together again in heaven but I also felt a little jealous because they were all together, kicking up their heels and revelling in spiritual ecstasy that I believe exists when we cross over. My brother, father, son and sister gone, along with two more who I loved as much. That leaves just me and mum, but mum has dementia and doesn’t know anything about anything. I need her now but she’s not there and so I feel orphaned and alone for the first time in my life. It doesn’t help that I’m also the youngest in my family and my sister shouldered a lot of the responsibility where mum was concerned. My work is getting frustrated by my inability to deliver as I used to. I hate my job now and find absolutely no satisfaction in what I do, but I don’t know what else I want to do. I’m 56 so it’s not easy to start a new career and my interests don’t come with a wage. For the first time in my life I feel frightened and very much alone and this is harder to deal with it seems with than the losses themselves. I get angry with my family; why did they leave me? Yet I’m glad that my son is not alone and has family around him too. Finally the mother of my granddaughter has taken up a new relationship and has decided to cast us out and we are longer welcome around our granddaughter, yet after my son died they promised me she would always stay in my life. Another loss…..

  59. Lesley Crane  February 18, 2018 at 9:55 pm Reply

    My brother had brain tumours and died when he was 43 but my grief was displaced because he had a wife and 3yo daughter who took all the attention. Three years later my dad died following a brain bleed in his sleep from which he never woke. My youngest son died suddenly and unintentionally 2 years ago aged 24yo, He had an 8mo daughter and he was an awesome dad. I was inconsolable of course but I still had to make sure my oldest son and daughter were okay. My granddaughter’s presence softened the ragged edges of my grief which also helped me maintain a connection with my son. Four months later my older sister died suddenly, leaving two young adult nephews without a mother and neither had any connection with their respective fathers, so while grieving my son I was thrown into emotional carer mode for my nephews. Ten months later my beloved sister in law became ill very quickly with cancer and died a week before her 60th birthday. Four months later her mother (my mother in law) died suddenly. I knew why – she was grieving her daughter. I actually felt happy that they were together again in heaven but I also felt a little jealous because they were all together, kicking up their heels and revelling in spiritual ecstasy that I believe exists when we cross over. My brother, father, son and sister gone, along with two more who I loved as much. That leaves just me and mum, but mum has dementia and doesn’t know anything about anything. I need her now but she’s not there and so I feel orphaned and alone for the first time in my life. It doesn’t help that I’m also the youngest in my family and my sister shouldered a lot of the responsibility where mum was concerned. My work is getting frustrated by my inability to deliver as I used to. I hate my job now and find absolutely no satisfaction in what I do, but I don’t know what else I want to do. I’m 56 so it’s not easy to start a new career and my interests don’t come with a wage. For the first time in my life I feel frightened and very much alone and this is harder to deal with it seems with than the losses themselves. I get angry with my family; why did they leave me? Yet I’m glad that my son is not alone and has family around him too. Finally the mother of my granddaughter has taken up a new relationship and has decided to cast us out and we are longer welcome around our granddaughter, yet after my son died they promised me she would always stay in my life. Another loss…..

  60. peter.hobden  February 7, 2018 at 3:12 pm Reply

    “perhaps I am a sister, a daughter, a wife, a friend, a mother”
    Husband, Father, Brother?

    • peter.hobden  February 7, 2018 at 3:18 pm Reply

      I notice that grief and loss articles on the internet are skewed towards women who have lost… in particular spouses or soulmates.
      Perhaps this is due to a misplaced impression in some that men should not suffer, or least keep quiet about it?

    • peter.hobden  February 7, 2018 at 3:23 pm Reply

      Let me specify that your article touches me very strongly. I am not denigrating your WYG. On the contrary I appreciate it enormously.

      Are the emotions of men Taboo in some way?

  61. peter.hobden  February 7, 2018 at 3:12 pm Reply

    “perhaps I am a sister, a daughter, a wife, a friend, a mother”
    Husband, Father, Brother?

    • peter.hobden  February 7, 2018 at 3:18 pm Reply

      I notice that grief and loss articles on the internet are skewed towards women who have lost… in particular spouses or soulmates.
      Perhaps this is due to a misplaced impression in some that men should not suffer, or least keep quiet about it?

    • peter.hobden  February 7, 2018 at 3:23 pm Reply

      Let me specify that your article touches me very strongly. I am not denigrating your WYG. On the contrary I appreciate it enormously.

      Are the emotions of men Taboo in some way?

  62. Tania Huff  February 1, 2018 at 9:01 pm Reply

    Thank you for this excellent article! The comments are enlightening as well. I have lost a family a family member or friend at least once a year for the last ten years but it wasn’t until I lost my son 15 year old son 17 months ago that I got lost. I became an empty shell. A husk of a human. I just didn’t know how to describe it. I think this information will also help me understand what my husband and daughter are feeling. Thank you again.

  63. Tania Huff  February 1, 2018 at 9:01 pm Reply

    Thank you for this excellent article! The comments are enlightening as well. I have lost a family a family member or friend at least once a year for the last ten years but it wasn’t until I lost my son 15 year old son 17 months ago that I got lost. I became an empty shell. A husk of a human. I just didn’t know how to describe it. I think this information will also help me understand what my husband and daughter are feeling. Thank you again.

  64. Shay  February 1, 2018 at 1:33 pm Reply

    I appreciate this article but it is so broad. Let me explain; I think that how our identity changes after a loss depends so much on WHO you have lost. I deal mostly with parents of loss and parents and families of suicide loss. I started two FB pages to help others who had been through what I had gone though after our daughter died. When a child dies, it is an occurrence so out of the ordinary in the actual scheme of things that it changes everything, including our identity. We are supposed to die before our children, and when we bury a child, our identity and entire life change forever. If we are not a mother, who are we and what is our purpose? If we are the matriarch of our family and suddenly a grown child dies and our grandchild or grandchildren are no longer such a big part of our life, that sense of loss, shock and confusion is overwhelming. Half of our family is suddenly not around the Thanksgiving table and that hurts–it changes who we are. There is the aspect, as well, that we should have been able to save our child. We have always been the parent, the protector, and now we are nothing–it simply knocks the air out of us. Parents always feel horrendous guilt and responsibility when a child dies. When it’s a case of suicide, the guilt is overwhelming. We no longer see ourselves as the perfect family that we worked so hard to create. Again, we feel like a failure no longer the successful family leader, the very together mother who can do it all, but we see ourselves in a completely different light. It takes years to come to grips with the loss and maybe the diminishing of the guilt.
    As adults, if things go normally, we will lose our parents and we have always known this. Losing a parent is never easy, but it is expected. When an adult child loses that last beloved parent, we often feel a bit “orphaned,” I know that I felt exactly that way–but we have our own family and children to keep us going, and we move forward without a lasting feeling of having been orphaned.
    Then there is the loss of a spouse. You made a very good point when you stated in the article that many women feel that “If I’m no longer a wife, who am I?” I think this feeling of such deep loss, especially if your partner was the love of your life from a young age, I have known women who were so lost–partially because they really didn’t know who they were at all any longer. It doesn’t help that women are usually older, retired and the children are grown, so being a wife was that last big thing left in their life. How frightening! I actually think about it often; how would I handle it if after nearly 50 years, retired with children grown, who would I be at all and how well would I deal with that loss–or would my own life be simply over? Lots to think about.

  65. Shay  February 1, 2018 at 1:33 pm Reply

    I appreciate this article but it is so broad. Let me explain; I think that how our identity changes after a loss depends so much on WHO you have lost. I deal mostly with parents of loss and parents and families of suicide loss. I started two FB pages to help others who had been through what I had gone though after our daughter died. When a child dies, it is an occurrence so out of the ordinary in the actual scheme of things that it changes everything, including our identity. We are supposed to die before our children, and when we bury a child, our identity and entire life change forever. If we are not a mother, who are we and what is our purpose? If we are the matriarch of our family and suddenly a grown child dies and our grandchild or grandchildren are no longer such a big part of our life, that sense of loss, shock and confusion is overwhelming. Half of our family is suddenly not around the Thanksgiving table and that hurts–it changes who we are. There is the aspect, as well, that we should have been able to save our child. We have always been the parent, the protector, and now we are nothing–it simply knocks the air out of us. Parents always feel horrendous guilt and responsibility when a child dies. When it’s a case of suicide, the guilt is overwhelming. We no longer see ourselves as the perfect family that we worked so hard to create. Again, we feel like a failure no longer the successful family leader, the very together mother who can do it all, but we see ourselves in a completely different light. It takes years to come to grips with the loss and maybe the diminishing of the guilt.
    As adults, if things go normally, we will lose our parents and we have always known this. Losing a parent is never easy, but it is expected. When an adult child loses that last beloved parent, we often feel a bit “orphaned,” I know that I felt exactly that way–but we have our own family and children to keep us going, and we move forward without a lasting feeling of having been orphaned.
    Then there is the loss of a spouse. You made a very good point when you stated in the article that many women feel that “If I’m no longer a wife, who am I?” I think this feeling of such deep loss, especially if your partner was the love of your life from a young age, I have known women who were so lost–partially because they really didn’t know who they were at all any longer. It doesn’t help that women are usually older, retired and the children are grown, so being a wife was that last big thing left in their life. How frightening! I actually think about it often; how would I handle it if after nearly 50 years, retired with children grown, who would I be at all and how well would I deal with that loss–or would my own life be simply over? Lots to think about.

  66. Devan Nambiar  January 31, 2018 at 7:54 pm Reply

    Death changes everything that one thinks they know of or about. There is no permanence of anything in life. I have realized the rational mind has no place in life’s journeys. But we hang on to rational thoughts to process all the unknowns to have a foundation of sanity to continue on. In my experience of deaths in my personal life, we are constantly balancing thoughts to move on in some direction, to do the daily chores of life. I do not think there is an answer to who we are, or what our identity means and our identity does not shield us from pain, grief or loss. Death leaves us naked to be vulnerable-and sometimes one gets to see a glimpse of oneself without all the exterior walls around us that define our identities. And in time we may get to create another impermanent identity.

  67. Devan Nambiar  January 31, 2018 at 7:54 pm Reply

    Death changes everything that one thinks they know of or about. There is no permanence of anything in life. I have realized the rational mind has no place in life’s journeys. But we hang on to rational thoughts to process all the unknowns to have a foundation of sanity to continue on. In my experience of deaths in my personal life, we are constantly balancing thoughts to move on in some direction, to do the daily chores of life. I do not think there is an answer to who we are, or what our identity means and our identity does not shield us from pain, grief or loss. Death leaves us naked to be vulnerable-and sometimes one gets to see a glimpse of oneself without all the exterior walls around us that define our identities. And in time we may get to create another impermanent identity.

  68. Melissa  January 31, 2018 at 9:50 am Reply

    This was helpful to me in a different way because I’m experiencing a different kind of grief than that of losing someone through death. We adopted two children five years ago, and our son has attachment issues, developmental challenges, and explosive –sometimes violent–reactions to, well, just about everything. Parenting him has changed our lives. Changed who we are. We are grieving daily for the family life we thought we would have, incorporating seemingly endless therapy sessions, not being able to do family activities that we dreamed of doing, and juggling all of that with parenting his more typical younger half-sister–making sure she doesn’t miss opportunities because of everything we have to do for him. Anyway, we’re grieving. Grieving for a family life we dreamed of, grieving for the people we used to be, grieving over the ugliness in ourselves we’ve seen bubble to the surface in dealing with his issues. Very often I stop and think about how I no longer recognize myself. I’ve become this resentful, angry, exhausted, cynical person. Trying to rediscover the me that was joyful and light and creative and compassionate in the midst of the daily struggle. It feels like the grief will never end.

  69. Melissa  January 31, 2018 at 9:50 am Reply

    This was helpful to me in a different way because I’m experiencing a different kind of grief than that of losing someone through death. We adopted two children five years ago, and our son has attachment issues, developmental challenges, and explosive –sometimes violent–reactions to, well, just about everything. Parenting him has changed our lives. Changed who we are. We are grieving daily for the family life we thought we would have, incorporating seemingly endless therapy sessions, not being able to do family activities that we dreamed of doing, and juggling all of that with parenting his more typical younger half-sister–making sure she doesn’t miss opportunities because of everything we have to do for him. Anyway, we’re grieving. Grieving for a family life we dreamed of, grieving for the people we used to be, grieving over the ugliness in ourselves we’ve seen bubble to the surface in dealing with his issues. Very often I stop and think about how I no longer recognize myself. I’ve become this resentful, angry, exhausted, cynical person. Trying to rediscover the me that was joyful and light and creative and compassionate in the midst of the daily struggle. It feels like the grief will never end.

    • Julie  February 21, 2018 at 3:23 pm Reply

      Melissa,
      Thanks for sharing your story – I came to this article as I am also trying to understand what has happened to me since becoming a mother with many unexpected life challenges. I identify with what you shared. I don’t want to miss out on these precious years with my children, yet I am constantly overwhelmed by the demands of parenting with an unhelpful world around me. I grieve….
      I will be praying for you and “walking” with you through this difficult, dark season. At least we are both hoping and searching for better.
      Julie

  70. Priscilla Taylor  January 30, 2018 at 6:41 pm Reply

    I felt the biggest loss in identity, after my husband died, when I had to fill out my tax form the next year. We had no children so I couldn’t select Widowed with children but I didn’t consider myself single. I had to come to terms being a widow and now they wanted me to think it was synonymous with not having been married at all just because we didn’t have children. It still makes me sad and angry to think of it.
    Forms, not just tax forms, that ask for marital status should provide widow/widower as an option.

  71. Priscilla Taylor  January 30, 2018 at 6:41 pm Reply

    I felt the biggest loss in identity, after my husband died, when I had to fill out my tax form the next year. We had no children so I couldn’t select Widowed with children but I didn’t consider myself single. I had to come to terms being a widow and now they wanted me to think it was synonymous with not having been married at all just because we didn’t have children. It still makes me sad and angry to think of it.
    Forms, not just tax forms, that ask for marital status should provide widow/widower as an option.

    • Dolores Mulligan  February 12, 2018 at 8:45 pm Reply

      I feel exactly the same way you do – I am a widow. I was single when I was 21. My husband of 43 years passed away in Sept 2017.
      We did not have any children and now it is as if he never existed. Our joint bank accounts now are in my name only as well as the checks on the checking account. I am not a divorcee or a single person. I am a widow. I agree there should be additional categories when filing taxes and filling out a revised W4 form. It is difficult enough dealing with the loss of my soulmate and love of my life without having to stress over my new “status”.

  72. Laura  January 30, 2018 at 5:28 pm Reply

    It seems this article has really struck home for so many of us coping with multiple losses that have shaken us to the core. Losing the folks in my life first my brother, my mother, our family pet all within a few months left me without the supports that I had relied on without even realizing that they were my rocks.
    Thanks for some guidance in trying to take baby steps to establish new relationships, beliefs and hanging in there until a new identity evolves.

  73. Laura  January 30, 2018 at 5:28 pm Reply

    It seems this article has really struck home for so many of us coping with multiple losses that have shaken us to the core. Losing the folks in my life first my brother, my mother, our family pet all within a few months left me without the supports that I had relied on without even realizing that they were my rocks.
    Thanks for some guidance in trying to take baby steps to establish new relationships, beliefs and hanging in there until a new identity evolves.

  74. Steve Peterson  January 30, 2018 at 2:21 pm Reply

    I identify with the other comments . My wife and I were married at age 19 and she passed away 44 years later in bed with me during the early morning. She had been ill, and I had talked to a hospice nurse the day before. What I missed for a few months later was that my wife was my life cheerleader even though during my path through life experiences I was not much more than a mediocre person as measured by my internal ruler. She always had kind words for me, she always felt I was an exceptional person, she would thank me for being in her life. During the dozen years when I was a caretaker, relatives would think I was such a wonderful supporting husband. It sounds selfish to me to say that some of my loss is to my ego where I would make the best of adversity and be someone’s hero. I have accepted that death damages you the same as if running your car into the ditch and you hit your head on the windshield pillar. The car may still run down the road, but it may not steer so straight, be wobbly at normal speeds, and you may not remember where you were headed. I gave up my career about a year before her death. So now I am lost in the wilderness. I took a trip to New Zealand, and the excitement of that helped, but at least once a day I would think about how I was allowed to do that because I didn’t have to take my wife to a doctor at least 3 days a week. So who am I? What am I supposed to do now? I have children and grandchildren that I care for and care for me. I went to one grief counselor’s meeting, but it was painful, and I never returned. I think the most important thing to have at this point is hope that you will have chances to have meaningful positive impact on others. That is what fills the hole in my soul. I want to be a hero again. It sounds selfish to think of what I may get from helping others. I did get a small life insurance amount and I didn’t want to have a damn thing to do with that money, so after I deducted what the funeral cost which wasn’t much, I gave some to the school where my grandchildren attend (my wife was a teacher), I bought pizzas for the staff at a health care facility that treated my wife, I gave some to the church, and then I split the difference between my two children. You can see how I identify with the article. Thanks

  75. Steve Peterson  January 30, 2018 at 2:21 pm Reply

    I identify with the other comments . My wife and I were married at age 19 and she passed away 44 years later in bed with me during the early morning. She had been ill, and I had talked to a hospice nurse the day before. What I missed for a few months later was that my wife was my life cheerleader even though during my path through life experiences I was not much more than a mediocre person as measured by my internal ruler. She always had kind words for me, she always felt I was an exceptional person, she would thank me for being in her life. During the dozen years when I was a caretaker, relatives would think I was such a wonderful supporting husband. It sounds selfish to me to say that some of my loss is to my ego where I would make the best of adversity and be someone’s hero. I have accepted that death damages you the same as if running your car into the ditch and you hit your head on the windshield pillar. The car may still run down the road, but it may not steer so straight, be wobbly at normal speeds, and you may not remember where you were headed. I gave up my career about a year before her death. So now I am lost in the wilderness. I took a trip to New Zealand, and the excitement of that helped, but at least once a day I would think about how I was allowed to do that because I didn’t have to take my wife to a doctor at least 3 days a week. So who am I? What am I supposed to do now? I have children and grandchildren that I care for and care for me. I went to one grief counselor’s meeting, but it was painful, and I never returned. I think the most important thing to have at this point is hope that you will have chances to have meaningful positive impact on others. That is what fills the hole in my soul. I want to be a hero again. It sounds selfish to think of what I may get from helping others. I did get a small life insurance amount and I didn’t want to have a damn thing to do with that money, so after I deducted what the funeral cost which wasn’t much, I gave some to the school where my grandchildren attend (my wife was a teacher), I bought pizzas for the staff at a health care facility that treated my wife, I gave some to the church, and then I split the difference between my two children. You can see how I identify with the article. Thanks

  76. Colleen Shonwise  January 30, 2018 at 1:12 pm Reply

    Once again, a great article Litsa and Eleanor! Thank you for realistically and objectively discussing this aspect of grief and loss.
    Death changes so many things, and “identity” is a cornerstone or anchor of journey of grief that needs to be discussed.
    After death, it is common the survivor to be “left adrift” in the unrelenting dark storm of death. The anchor which once held them safe in there vessel, is now lost. Their boat broken loose, battered by the storms of loss, their lifeboat overturned and shattered by the storm of death. The unrelenting waves are tossing them to and fro without any sense of direction, purpose or many times, without hope. Their world has been capsized, their boat smashed to pieces, and many times, all thats left is a life preserver, if we are fortunate. Bits and pieces of a a life that was familiar and safe is now laying shattered around us. Sometimes we have life preserver, and there is a rope that someone grabs hold of, and we are pulled towards safety. Once safe aboard another boat, we are left shivering and lost, as we watch the pieces of our lives being swept away by the aftermath of the storm. We are numb and cold, suffering from “hypothermia”. It takes so much to figure out our new life on this new boat, its a whole new voyage heading in a different direction. One of the most difficult aspects to the new journey, is learning who we are, how do we fit, what direction do we go, or don’t go. What new dangers do we need to be aware of and avoid for survival. Who are the other passengers on this new voyage? Many times, they are others who have been through a similar storm and are looking for a port of safety and rest. A place where we can heal, recover, and rebuild. And our identity is one of the most important parts of recovering from the loss we have journeyed through. Who we are now, without reference to the one(s) who gave us reference, purpose, meaning, and direction. It is all new. Figuring out who we are is key to rebuilding our boat and setting sail again on the journey we call life.

  77. Colleen Shonwise  January 30, 2018 at 1:12 pm Reply

    Once again, a great article Litsa and Eleanor! Thank you for realistically and objectively discussing this aspect of grief and loss.
    Death changes so many things, and “identity” is a cornerstone or anchor of journey of grief that needs to be discussed.
    After death, it is common the survivor to be “left adrift” in the unrelenting dark storm of death. The anchor which once held them safe in there vessel, is now lost. Their boat broken loose, battered by the storms of loss, their lifeboat overturned and shattered by the storm of death. The unrelenting waves are tossing them to and fro without any sense of direction, purpose or many times, without hope. Their world has been capsized, their boat smashed to pieces, and many times, all thats left is a life preserver, if we are fortunate. Bits and pieces of a a life that was familiar and safe is now laying shattered around us. Sometimes we have life preserver, and there is a rope that someone grabs hold of, and we are pulled towards safety. Once safe aboard another boat, we are left shivering and lost, as we watch the pieces of our lives being swept away by the aftermath of the storm. We are numb and cold, suffering from “hypothermia”. It takes so much to figure out our new life on this new boat, its a whole new voyage heading in a different direction. One of the most difficult aspects to the new journey, is learning who we are, how do we fit, what direction do we go, or don’t go. What new dangers do we need to be aware of and avoid for survival. Who are the other passengers on this new voyage? Many times, they are others who have been through a similar storm and are looking for a port of safety and rest. A place where we can heal, recover, and rebuild. And our identity is one of the most important parts of recovering from the loss we have journeyed through. Who we are now, without reference to the one(s) who gave us reference, purpose, meaning, and direction. It is all new. Figuring out who we are is key to rebuilding our boat and setting sail again on the journey we call life.

    • Teresa hatton  February 8, 2018 at 11:47 am Reply

      Beautifully written!! Colleen, You have made me feel that I am not alone in this turbulent sea of grief.
      Thank you so much for letting me see for the first time, that what I am going through is normal.

  78. Ron  January 30, 2018 at 12:47 pm Reply

    My experience is with the sudden death of our 20 year old son. He passed away in his sleep on Palm Sunday, March of 2016. He was so full of life the last evening we were together.
    He was going to college, working full time, and was making the arrangements to accomplish his goals. He was an Eagle Scout, a member of his high school state championship football team , and the picture of health. My baby boy…
    I came home that morning and found our son passed away. There is much more to share, however, there are sometimes no words sufficient to describe this and acknowledgement from others doesn’t often come. I just don’t understand…
    Your blog is a great read all around. It has been thought provoking and could benefit folks on both sides of the grid referred to as grief.
    -Thank you

  79. Ron  January 30, 2018 at 12:47 pm Reply

    My experience is with the sudden death of our 20 year old son. He passed away in his sleep on Palm Sunday, March of 2016. He was so full of life the last evening we were together.
    He was going to college, working full time, and was making the arrangements to accomplish his goals. He was an Eagle Scout, a member of his high school state championship football team , and the picture of health. My baby boy…
    I came home that morning and found our son passed away. There is much more to share, however, there are sometimes no words sufficient to describe this and acknowledgement from others doesn’t often come. I just don’t understand…
    Your blog is a great read all around. It has been thought provoking and could benefit folks on both sides of the grid referred to as grief.
    -Thank you

  80. Jaycie  January 30, 2018 at 11:43 am Reply

    My mom was sick and stayed with us for treatments. Then she died. My father remarried almost immediately. (I am no longer a daughter) My husband got sick and I quit working to be his 24/7 caregiver. Then he died. (I am no longer a wife or a nurse – I can’t go back to that) My kids went off to college – one while he was still sick, the other right after he died. (I am no longer a mother). My church family treated me different when I was a widow so I no longer go there. (I have no church). I would love to say, like the last person to comment, that it has only been 18 months – but, for me, this floundering and not knowing who I am or what to do has been going on for 8 years this March.

    • Michelle  January 30, 2018 at 11:57 am Reply

      That is a lot of loss for one person. Is there something/someone in your life right now that can be your anchor? That anchor can be the basis on which to build a new foundation. Your identity can be rebuilt, but it will look very different in this new phase. You can feel sad for all that you lost and happy to find yourself again. There is room for both. I wish you much love and happiness on your journey of discovery.

  81. Jaycie  January 30, 2018 at 11:43 am Reply

    My mom was sick and stayed with us for treatments. Then she died. My father remarried almost immediately. (I am no longer a daughter) My husband got sick and I quit working to be his 24/7 caregiver. Then he died. (I am no longer a wife or a nurse – I can’t go back to that) My kids went off to college – one while he was still sick, the other right after he died. (I am no longer a mother). My church family treated me different when I was a widow so I no longer go there. (I have no church). I would love to say, like the last person to comment, that it has only been 18 months – but, for me, this floundering and not knowing who I am or what to do has been going on for 8 years this March.

    • Michelle  January 30, 2018 at 11:57 am Reply

      That is a lot of loss for one person. Is there something/someone in your life right now that can be your anchor? That anchor can be the basis on which to build a new foundation. Your identity can be rebuilt, but it will look very different in this new phase. You can feel sad for all that you lost and happy to find yourself again. There is room for both. I wish you much love and happiness on your journey of discovery.

    • Steve Peterson  January 30, 2018 at 2:39 pm Reply

      “Floundering” is a word I have used to describe my life path. Someone even mentioned an 18-month rule where for some reason at that point in time we who have had losses are somehow cured of the impact of the death. Really? I can’t wait to graduate from this life-changing event and get my DC –Degree in Confusion or hopefully Degree in Clarity. I am reminded of something I heard that gives me some comfort: “God gives his biggest battles to his strongest soldiers.” Maybe, we should be honored that we were chosen to help send home one of His children. I like to think so. I realize not everyone has the same religious beliefs as I do, but I think we were instrumental in helping them the same as doctors and nurses. Our medicine was just a little different.

  82. Justin Crowe  January 30, 2018 at 11:41 am Reply

    Grief is often associated exclusively with loss and this article does a fantastic job of laying out death a catalyst for change which results in grief – not the cause of the grief in and of itself. There are many causes for feeling grief. I think it helps to differentiate depression, which feels infinite, from grief, which is understood as temporary. This differentiation doesn’t solve anything but can at least help rationalize this state as impermanent and less grim. Great article. Thank you!

  83. Justin Crowe  January 30, 2018 at 11:41 am Reply

    Grief is often associated exclusively with loss and this article does a fantastic job of laying out death a catalyst for change which results in grief – not the cause of the grief in and of itself. There are many causes for feeling grief. I think it helps to differentiate depression, which feels infinite, from grief, which is understood as temporary. This differentiation doesn’t solve anything but can at least help rationalize this state as impermanent and less grim. Great article. Thank you!

  84. Mary Ann  January 30, 2018 at 11:06 am Reply

    This article certainly speaks to me. My Mom died after I had been her caregiver for 7 years. During that time my husband’s health begin to decline. Today I am struggling with who I am after my husband of 29 years died. He was ill for several years. I retired a year early to be with him. I became his caregiver as he became more and more ill and required more assistance. Our roles changed during that time. Now 18 months later I am floundering with who I am and what to do with myself.

  85. Mary Ann  January 30, 2018 at 11:06 am Reply

    This article certainly speaks to me. My Mom died after I had been her caregiver for 7 years. During that time my husband’s health begin to decline. Today I am struggling with who I am after my husband of 29 years died. He was ill for several years. I retired a year early to be with him. I became his caregiver as he became more and more ill and required more assistance. Our roles changed during that time. Now 18 months later I am floundering with who I am and what to do with myself.

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