I have come to the realization that I am tired. Exhausted. WORN OUT. Mainly emotionally. I started thinking of all the things I am tired of and making a list. These are things people in my situation think about day in and day out. I don’t want to offend or make anyone back off – you’ll notice there are many opposites such as wanting to be left alone, not wanting to be left alone, etc. I don’t know if I will share it – maybe someone else will be able to relate and realize others go through this, etc.
I am tired of….
crying
this empty ache that will never completely go away
of trying to figure out how to answer people when they ask how many kids we have – she was part of our lives for 12 years, we can’t just pretend we have 5 kids, but then things get awkward when they ask ages and such.
of feeling like being happy is an effort
of reminding myself to smile – it used to come so naturally
of feeling inadaquate to the task at hand of helping my dear sweet children cope with losing a sister
of never knowing when grief will sabotage me and push me to tears
being this person
not being the person I used to be
being the example
being the friend who lost her daughter
having red eyes
looking tired
hoping someone says her name
people being afraid to say her name or talk about her
conversations becoming awkward when they realize who we are/we have a daughter who died
feeling like everyone else has moved on with their lives and I’m stuck
wishing there was a pause button so I could deal with this nice and tidy before moving on
trying to respond to cliched (though very well meant) comments
craving her laugh, her smile, her hugs
empty arms
having to snuggle with her blanket to feel close to her
sleepless/fitful nights
not being focused
the pitiful looks that come my way
staring into space
not being able to cry when I feel like I am about to burst
family time being so hard sometimes
having to visit a cemetary
needing/wanting to visit the cemetary
going home to 1 less child and 5 who desperately need me to be brave and keep it together
being reminded of my tragedy
being afraid I will somehow forget all the details of her life, her face, her smile, her walk
being afraid that others will forget
of having to write out my thoughts and feelings in order to release
of having to rely on others
being miserable
living moment to moment
trying to keep busy
looking at kids her age and trying not to cry
having to switch stations on the radio
not being able to watch my favorite movies – or crying my way through them
just trying to make it through the day
wanting to sleep until this goes away
being restless
worrying about future events – reminding myself that I need to let my children be children and not over protect them
watching my loved ones suffer
dreading going to bed at night for fear of the morning
dreading waking up in the morning
not having my normal spunk
not wanting to go to places that remind me
feeling sorrow
having to talk about this for a release
my nervous energy
pacing
feeling cut off
crying when I am alone
avoiding human contact
wanting to hide
feeling guilty (most of the time I can shove it aside, but it is still there)
cloudy and rainy days making me sad
the 7th of the month
feeling this
thinking about this knowing this
trying to make my heart understand
my brain understanding this
losing time to this
wanting to be alone
wanting to be around people
not knowing what I want or how I feel
needing support
wanting to talk
feeling lethargic
wanting to talk about it
not wanting to talk about it
nerves
my nervous habits
being the one who will make a difference
having to give myself permission to be happy
holding my sobbing children trying to find the right words
not being able to find the right words
of being brave
of being an inspiration
replaying events in my mind
not knowing how to help my children/husband
defending my grief – as in it’s normal, not a lack of faith, I’m not self pitying, I just miss her, etc.
feeling scatterbrained and disorganized
forgetting things
of being tired
Now, with all that being said – the crazy thoughts in my head. Those are just things I’m tired of – I don’t feel them all, all the time, they change faster than the Cincinnati weather and my 12-and-a-half-year-old daughter’s moods. I like to think I’m managing to hold my fraying ends together, but if I seem a little spacey the above might be why. If you have a loved one or friend going through a loss, be patient with them, we appreciate it. 🙂
Lastly, even with this being so incredibly hard, I think often on Joseph Smith and what Heavenly Father told him as he struggled – and he faced things far beyond any that my family has:
“And if thou shouldst be cast into the pit, or into the hands of murderers, and the sentence of death passed upon thee; if thou be cast into the deep; if the billowing surge conspire against thee; if fierce winds become thine enemy; if the heavens gather blackness, and all the elements combine to hedge up the way; and above all, if the very jaws of hell shall gape open the mouth wide after thee, know thou, my son, that all these things shall give thee experience, and shall be for thy good.” (Doctrine & Covenants 122:7)
That’s why we’re here. No matter how hard. We’re here for the experiences. To learn and to grow. To be stretched. To learn to have faith even when we feel faithless or can’t understand why things have to happen the way they do. All these experiences can be for our good if we let them.
And though at times I wonder how on earth I can possibly survive this, how I can muddle my way through with my family intact, I know that we are here for this purpose. We can let this build us and make us stronger. Sometimes it can be hard to see how any of this is for our good, but so much good has come about in the months after, Lizy has made such a wonderful difference in the lives of others both in life and in death. No matter how it hurts, there is good in it somewhere and we’ll be together again for all of eternity.
I know Heavenly Father loves me and gives me the strength I need to get through all the tired.
Now……
time to go do all those things I’m tired of! 🙂