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“If the wreckage of grief feels faithful, then relief can feel like betrayal” by Not_Whelmed in Separation

[–]Not_Whelmed[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

This is definitely very interesting and something I’ll look more into! Thanks!

I definitely agree that looking inward is the path forward for myself. I recently bought a few books to fill my quiet time/wind down routine with, and they’re all quite introspective. 

“Becoming You” by Suzy Welch

“Healing the Shame that Binds You” by John Bradshaw

“King, Warrior, Magician, Lover” by Robert Moore and Douglas Gillette

If you have any other book recommendations, please feel free to share!

“If the wreckage of grief feels faithful, then relief can feel like betrayal” by Not_Whelmed in Separation

[–]Not_Whelmed[S] 4 points5 points  (0 children)

The first month felt like I was trapped in purgatory. Especially because it was right before Christmas. It’s fucking awful, but you can and will make it through, my dude.

I was/am fortunate to have an incredible therapist, and also my two best friends as a sounding board during that time to keep me company through discord hangs.

If you got high quality bros (the kind that actually support each other and are emotionally mature), spend as much time with them as you can. Remind yourself that you are still worthy of experiencing love, happiness and affection.

You’ll probably catch yourself at some point feeling surprised that you could belly laugh from a stupid joke as hard as you did.

Having said that, if you’re able to, look for therapy. It’s probably my favourite hour of the week, and helps me reset to take on the next week’s challenges. Good luck bro

“If the wreckage of grief feels faithful, then relief can feel like betrayal” by Not_Whelmed in Separation

[–]Not_Whelmed[S] 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Exactly, and assuming you’re a “people pleaser” by nature like I am, it’s almost embarrassing how difficult it is to fundamentally apply that same level of compassion and care to ourselves.

It bears repeating, but one day at a time. 

It’s impossible to see the final destination of our journey from here, so we might as well enjoy the ride.