The thing about depression is that sometimes you don’t even know somebody’s depressed. There’s a survival technique I’ve conquered where I can compartmentalize if I’m distracted enough and completely block my tragic reality out of my mind in order to function.
If I've learned anything throughout these past couple of weeks it's that the five stages of grief (denial, anger, bargaining, acceptance and depression) aren't linear. I thought I would go through each stage one at a time and then see the light at the end of the tunnel. However, what I've been experiencing is a circular patter of the stages over and over and over again. Depression has been consistent, and I find that anger and numbness are not far behind on a rotating schedule minute by minute. Enter a rage room…
After writing my last post, I wanted to give you a useful take away in hopes it can help you or someone you know learning to live with grief. Throughout the past few weeks, I've gathered a team of professionals to help me with bereavement support. It's going to take time, but I wanted you to know that this type of help exists. Here's how they've all been assisting me and what they have to offer.
By no means is this site a platform for my personal diary, but as the founder, it is personal so I wanted to acknowledge what's been going on since losing our daughter, Ava. I can't possibly continue to create content without putting this out there first.