Maybe it’ll help, maybe it won’t. But I think about this Reddit post a lot grief comes in waves

Life is a natural part of living. I have lost my parents recently and my loyal dog, in the last decade barely a year without someone near and loved passed.

Overcoming grief for me starts understanding no one will be here forever so I spend quality time with them so when they aren’t around I don’t have regrets. The next part is understanding you are not going to overcome your feelings you are just going to get used to them.

The world is darker without my parents in it but they had me so their light would continue, I have to work for two now.

God bless friend, life is a removed and then you keep living. You’ll get used to it.

With grief, the only way out is through. Unlike other mental ailments such as depression or anxiety, you’re not going to find a cognitive distortion or flawed line of thinking that is responsible for the distress and can be challenged. Grief is logical, and we have to feel it until it becomes less intense.

What we can do is modulate how much we’re processing at any given moment to try to keep it manageable. Think of it like that saying, “How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time.” You can’t change the total size of the task, but you can control how big of bites you take.

Finding what helps you reduce the “bites” will be personal, but starting with some general coping skills like “thought-stopping”, meditation, or any activity that keeps your mind active and occupied is a good start.

You’re already dealing with grief, and you’re doing it in your own way. Know that it will pass. Some people break down, some people are just more vulnerable for a time, some people don’t give a f, some others pretend they don’t give a f and break down in private, some others don’t care, etc.

All you have to do if you have an outburst is to stay conscious of your context and maybe explore the roots of your feeling. It boils down to asking yourself “why”. Being confronted to our mortality always has an impact, and may the conclusion of our experiences inspire us to enjoy life and what/who’s in it a little more. Be patient and kind to yourself and others. Talk with them if that is possible. Some good can come out of it.

I thought these two books were good. Written by a neuroscientist talking specifically about grief:

https://maryfrancesoconnor.org/books/the-grieving-brain

https://maryfrancesoconnor.org/books/the-grieving-body

One crucial thing is that the popular conception of grief as 5 sequential stages is completely wrong. Those are 5 possible options out of more that you’ll likely bounce between over time. Grief is also not improved by a hangover, so it’s best to avoid alcohol and the like.

I feel you. I lost my dad 3 weeks ago.

I always wanted to do some more woodworking, so that is what I did the last weeks in nearly every free minute. Dad would have loved the results, most of it I learned from him. And creating something, that helps. A lot.

This works for me, you will have to find that will work for you.

Be strong. And that means: strong enough to deal with you feelings and grief, not pushing it away or burrowing it

Grief is complicated and doesn’t always look the same. When my dad died, he’d been in the hospital for a month for a surprise illness, so I had time to get used to the idea he might not make it out. His older sisters hadn’t seriously considered the possibility. I’d done some “pre grieving” and they hadn’t, so my reaction was a bit less dramatic? outwardly intense?

A friend of mine says grief is an ambush predator. You can be going about your day and suddenly something triggers you to suddenly drown in emotion. When that hits, I just swim in it, feel my feelings, all the complex emotions that come up–anger, loss, regret.

And as time goes on, I’ve gotten ambushed less often, but it can still feel just as intense. I have more practice swimming in it, so maybe I don’t have to excuse myself and hide in a work bathroom to cry anymore, I can just sit at my desk and focus on drinking my coffee.

(It’s after my bedtime, so I hope this all makes sense. There’s also the Grief Box analogy, which feels accurate to me.)

You feel it and you live anyways.

It doesn’t work for everyone, but for me: relentless and ghoulish dark humor. I’ve told people close to me time and time again that I want my funeral to just be this:

When I was younger — must be close to 40 years ago now — a couple that were close family friends died in a house fire. They were alcoholics. They were terrible examples for a young person and offered dubious life pro-tips. He taught me to drive. They both had a passion for life that I don’t know if I’ve seen before or since. We hung out with them pretty often.

One of them woke up one morning, lit a cigarette, and passed back out. The place burned to the ground. I miss them to this day and wonder how things might’ve gone differently had that not happened. I didn’t cry. I was emotionally numb. I didn’t know how to feel.

For me, there was no moment of catharsis. Not at the funeral or when they were buried. Not driving past the house. There is just a hole. And memories. So many memories, and somehow still vivid in ways that other memories aren’t. Sailing. Camping. Cooking. His stories of growing up in England. Her love of horses. They named their sailboat Dulcinea after the character in Don Quixote. She (Dulcinea) was ugly, but Don thought she was beautiful. The boat was not ugly, but they had a great sense of humor.

I was never able to pack that stuff away in a memory to be opened only on special occasions. They are still present with me now in a lot of ways. Things trigger memories of them all the time. I love that I had the opportunity to know them. I wish I could have known them longer, but my memories of them are all happy. Many of them are hilarious.

We were at a fish ladder once, where fishing is prohibited, and ran into a guy who was fishing there. Rich grabbed the pole right out of his hand and threw it into the river. Fucking legend.

I wish I had actual advice for you. The person who linked to the waves post on Reddit probably has it right — that’s some great advice. I can only say you aren’t alone, and 40 years later I’m still not entirely sure how to process their absence, but I’m used to it. I miss them just like I miss everything about that time of my life. And I still see them everywhere when I look around. Every time I pass a lake with a sailboat. Every time I try to drive a stick shift. Every time I play euchre.

Your relative will probably always be with you. Enjoy their presence every time you remember them. Time will see to the rest.

Be well, friend.

Last time I drank. I already had a drinking problem and it was the only way I knew how to quiet my mind, so it escalated. After a few months I quit (still sober 6 years later), went to therapy, let myself feel the loss and talked about it. After a while you realise that you haven’t thought about it all day, maybe all week. You don’t forget the person and the feeling of loss stays with you, but with time it stops feeling overwhelming. But you have to let yourself feel it first.

I like to dump my trauma on people and make edgy photography projects and then nobody talks to me and then I’m all alone

You mention that you have complicated feelings about the death of your relative, but nonetheless I’m sorry for your loss. Even if they were someone abusive who you didn’t even want to be around, with the finality of death the possibility of reconciliation or improvement is gone, and that’s its own complex set of emotions to deal with on top of normal grief.

For me, talking helped. If you have access to a therapist, a death is a very common reason to go talk to one. If you don’t, a friend, family member, or journal could help. There are also internet support groups for grief, although I don’t know off the top of my head of any active ones on the fediverse.

Go out and find someone else to help.

It’s the best way to deal with negative emotions.

overthink my feelings without meaningfully addressing or processing them, smile