Grief and Mental Health
This post almost didn’t happen this week. About a week and a half ago, I lost my grandmother. She was 94, which is an impressive run by any standard. While it’s sad that she’s gone, there is also some comfort in knowing she’s no longer in pain. That’s one of the strange things about grief. It can hold more than one truth at the same time. I also missed posting last week. That wasn’t an accident. I was with my family, where I needed to be. Grief is complicated on its own. When you add mental health into the mix, it can get a little more unpredictable. For me, there’s always a quiet awareness in the background. Grief has the potential to pull me into a depressive episode if I’m not paying attention. Not guaranteed, but possible. So I try to approach it with a little more intention. One thing that helps is giving myself space to feel it. Usually, that means allowing a full day where I don’t try to manage or minimize anything. If I’m sad, I’m sad. If I cry, I cry. It’s not the only ...