I went on a nice hike last Sunday for Father’s Day. I didn’t really want to be around people I knew, but I didn’t want to sit and be sad alone in my apartment. The rhododendrons and azaleas were in full bloom so the timing was really nice. 🌿
I’m learning a lot these days. When I dad was sick, I thought that once he passed there would be a sense of relief because I could finally move on in the mourning process. But I’m realizing mourning isn’t a linear process. It doesn’t get easier on a day to day basis. Overtime I’m confident it will, but I shouldn’t be surprised when I have hard days. June has been the hardest month since my dad’s passing, but I’m learning to take it day by day. 🌿
Something I’m being taught is that the difference in those who crumble and those who emerge stronger when they go through grief and heartbreak doesn’t have anything to do with the degree of difficult things in their life, it’s all about how healthy their coping methods are. It’s like lifting something heavy; you have to have good form or else you’ll injury yourself. The heavy object isn’t what injures you, it’s your bad form. For me healthy coping means tackling emotions one day at a time and checking in with a great therapist (I’m a huge advocate for therapy but that’s a soapbox for another time) and friends who know me.