the affects of losing a parent *A RANT*

Discussion in 'Rants, Musings and Ideas' started by forever_scarred, Nov 1, 2010.

  1. forever_scarred

    forever_scarred Well-Known Member

    All my life I had seen events that no child should ever have to see, a mother dying from an incurable disease. As a young child I did not realize or understand exactly what was happening, the cancer slowly destroying my mother’s beautiful body and deteriorating her mind. My mother was continuously telling me how everything would be fine but what she, my family and I didn’t know was the horrors that would follow after she passed.

    As the years past I learned what this thing called cancer was capable of; I saw how destructive it would be the longer it progressed. When mom passed away a piece of my heart died with her; the months following her death were like a never ending nightmare. Days slipped into night with no relief from the pain that resided deep within my soul. Summer was soon over and I headed back to college; in hope that by occupying my mind I would be able to move on from the nightmares and pain of mom. However, that never happened, my family and sister dealt with and moved on from the past and pain. It seemed easy for them to look towards the future and think that she was not in pain anymore…something I could not. My sister, 24 yrs, had been through this before with my father nearly 19 years before. She was grief stricken as I was but she didn’t dwell on the past as I was.

    I kept my thoughts to myself not believing that anyone else would understand what I had been feeling inside. I had tried many times to talk to someone but with each attempt I would be unsuccessful in finding a good way of putting my words or in finding a suitable friend to speak to about it. All I wanted was to at least have them see how hard it was for me to be back in school knowing that when I commuted home from school each day that I mom would no longer be there. It was true the pain, hurt, and anger of her illness was gone from the atmosphere of the house, however, her body and spirit was also gone; most importantly she was gone and I would never get her back. The few people who did know (not by choice) and would speak to me about it continuously told me the same thing “give it time, it’s only been a few months.” They were right it had only been a few months but in those few months I had gone through vast ranges of emotions, anger, hurt, betrayal and loneliness. Every day was an uphill battle of concealing the tears and pain, going to class was the worst mistake of my life. Most people would have been comforted by their friends promising that they’d be around when I needed them but I soon realized that promise was only good for when they felt like being there.

    My grandparents are very different when it comes to “order and rules” around the house, no door was to be closed; I could not cry when I needed to, it always had to be hidden. I had tried a few times to tell them what was really going on; but they never listened. Chalking it up to pressure at school and too many personal constraints and events but they had no idea what I was hiding from them. It wasn’t my personal life or college obligations that were taking a toll on my mood, sleeping habit, and personality changes; it was mom. It was un-grieved hurts, memories and guilt that wouldn’t leave me alone; things I had said or done that had resulted in pain for my mother before she passed away.

    These things weren’t going to just go away but my family didn’t see and my friends couldn’t care less, so I set out on my own personal journey trying desperately to find my own path through the darkness through a world known as depression. Until now I had had no knowledge of such a world but it does exist; hidden deep inside reality is a darker side of life.
    This is what my mother had left for me when she passed, all the pain of the past. For three years I struggled in this world going dealing with every emotion possible and feeling a few that I had never even thought of. Each day I dug down into a darker world filled with more hurt and anguish, the days seemed to mush together just as they had done three years earlier when mom passed. My mood and personality continued to get worse every day and began to get progressively more intense I knew I couldn’t live this way forever, I needed help.

    I was young when I lost my mother, only 18 yrs, I didn’t have an knowledge of how to deal with this kind of grief, didn’t have the support I should have had, however, that doesn’t excuse my behavior either. I have met several people through my personal struggle that have been through similar struggles and although all our grief’s are different we have the same pain we miss our mother’s or father’s dearly and would do anything to have them back; even if it were for a day.

    Not everyone who has lost a parent will end up as I have but losing someone that close is so much harder to deal with the pain. Most people who I have encountered share the same feeling; dealing with grief and the concept of how others help you seems to be none existent. If you are lucky you will find a friend who understands and will listen then your blessed because most people will never find that someone. I am not saying we would be staying in the darkened world of grief is forever but without anyone there it’s just one more step in really believing that your totally alone in your pain. Although I’m a work in progress in being better and feeling better, I know I will never forget the dark hole I lived in for more than three years nor will I forget the people I met who feel the same as I do. Just because we move on doesn’t mean we ever forget.
  2. IV2010

    IV2010 Well-Known Member

    that was so well written handofsorrow....I can hear your pain and I do understand what it must be like for you without your dear Mum..

    everyone copes with grief differently and that doesn't mean it's wrong how you are coping...there is no time frame for grief and no do it your way..that's all you can do..
    I hope you do continue on your journey to find more peace and happiness in your life..I'm sure you're Mum would want that for you...

    i lost my Mum , then looked after my Dad and his death affected me worse because we became so close ..

    what you said is right...
    'Just because we move on doesn't mean we forget'

    take care :hugtackles:
  3. total eclipse

    total eclipse SF Friend Staff Alumni

    No we don't forget and we still feel the sadness all of us grieve differently in our own way there is no right way or wrong way we come to terms with our loss when we are ready so don't be upset how long it takes Therapy does help to deal with such loss having someone to help you through the deep darkness and pain helps greatly. I hope you always have such a support system in place for you and i a sorry for your loss but i do know your mom will always be with you always inside your heart take care okay