Showing posts with label sibling survivors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sibling survivors. Show all posts

Saturday, January 13, 2018

Five Things You Think and Feel When You Lose a Sibling to Suicide

1. You immediately start to think of all of the "I'll will never(s)..." I will never get to see him get married. I will never get to see him become a Father. I will never get to be an Aunt to his children, or be the "Cool Aunt" I had hoped to be. I will never get to see him succeed in his career. I will never get to see him live his life to his full potential. I will never get to grow old with him. 
Its easy to overlook all of the beautiful memories we do have together, and the amazing childhood we shared. Because when you are standing in the waters of grief up to your elbows you cannot possibly see the beauty in any situation. This is normal. Don't rush your grieving process. It will come and will transform when you least expect it. There will be good days and there will be bad days, and that's ok. 

2. Overpowering fear. Pure, bull bodied, paralyzing fear. Could this happen to me? Could I wake up one day and decide I've had enough?  Why did this  happen? After all, how could someone who was so popular, handsome, jovial, successful, charming, and thoughtful take his life? I think the answer to this is even more complicated than we could comprehend. A lot of Sibling Survivors ask, "Could this happen to me?" I think the short answer is probably not. And even though there is a link to suicide in families that doesn't mean you will follow the same path. 

3. Will my parents be ok? My parents are some of the strongest people I know but, after my brother died I wondered how our once 4-legged table of a family  would stay upright when one of the legs were missing. There has been some tipping and unwavering moments but we have not fallen. I'm not sure if they will ever be "Ok", but they are slowly learning to live their lives in a "new normal". Does that mean there aren't days were they can't get out of bed because they pain is just too much? No. It means they are doing the best they can with what they have. Everyone handles grief differently, and no two people follow the same path of grief. Be gentle with yourself and with your parents. 

4. I don't have any living siblings. Now what am I supposed to do without my brother?  Does this mean I am an only child? I don't know but its terrifying as all hell. Those words break my heart more I could ever tell you. My best advice is to build a support network. No one in the world will ever replace your sibling, but people who love you can make your journey through life more graceful. I keep in regular contact with my brother's best friend and am looking forward to seeing him get married this summer. We wrote me a letter for my birthday last year to tell me that he will always be here for me in the absence of my brother. It meant so much to me. My sister in- law has been nothing short of an amazing blessing for me these passed few months. I don't know what I would do without her. She constantly goes out of her way to support me and show me that she loves me. Having her as my "sibling" has made my dark situation tolerable. Surround yourself with people who love you and you will be surprised what will come of it. 

5. The funeral is over, and all of the constant check ins from friends and family have stopped. Now what? This is another common topic. When something happens your community, family, and friends flock to you during your time of "need". What I don't think people realize is that just because three, six, nine months or even years have passed doesn't suddenly mean you don't need support anymore. And in some ways you may need more support now than you did immediately following a tragedy. Shock wears off with time and true grief starts to set in. Try to keep yourself busy and find something that you are passionate about doing. Filling my time with giving back to the community and doing random acts of kindness make me happy. I raised almost $4,000 for the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention last year and hope to be involved on a volunteer level this year. Find support groups either online or in person. Its unbelievably soothing to talk with someone who "knows how you feel." Healing takes time and grief is never truly over but taking care of yourself is the best thing you can do. 

Monday, January 1, 2018

An Apology to My Friends and Family

This year has possibly turned me into the world worst communicator and an even worse organizer than I previously was. Hell, I even bought TWO, yes two of the same presents for my son for Christmas. I bought them, wrapped them, and placed them underneath the same Christmas tree. It wasn't until we were unwrapping them Christmas day that I had realized it. Thankfully there was so much going on he didn't even notice. What I am trying to say is that my mind is running on overdrive. My anxiety is causing me to run a marathon that has no ending.
No one likes to talk about mental illness for the fear of judgement, for fear of fulfilling some stigma, or maybe because they are in denial. Maybe you think people will assume you are weak, or unable to cope with the struggles of life. How can you face what's going on without bringing it to the forefront of your life? It really is ok, to not be ok. The sooner you face your struggles the sooner you can work through them. Since my early teenage years  I have struggled with anxiety and depression. This for the most part I outgrew into adult hood and was able to function without medication or even a second thought to what it previously was. This was until Alex died. Since then my anxiety has reared its ugly head. It makes it challenging for me to organize my thoughts, to get things done, to be productive, to make plans with anyone, or heaven forbid I have to go to a place with a lot of people. Hell  if we are being honest it makes it a challenge to even leave my house on a daily basis. I am working with a wonderful doctor and think I have finally found something that is starting to work. That being said, I haven't been the best friend, daughter, cousin, niece, granddaughter, and employee that I wish to be. Please be patient with me. 
If I don't answer your call, text, instant message, voicemail, or email its not because I don't love you or want to talk to you. 
If I cancel plans at the last minute or say that I can't do something it's not because I don't want to see you. 
If you sent me a Christmas card and I did not reply its not because I wasn't grateful. 
I've missed the opportunity to see my best friends baby, and I'm missing a dear friends wedding this week. I feel so guilty. My lack of communication probably makes it seem like I don't care but I do care, I do love you, and I'm sorry. Please don't stop calling, don't stop texting, don't stop loving me. And most importantly please don't stop saying Alex's name. Its because of you all that I have the strength to persevere, grow, to have hope, and to choose joy. 



Sunday, December 31, 2017

2017: The Begining of The End

Today is New Years Eve....On any other year I would be looking back on all of my traveling adventures, memories, and new beginnings in life. There would be joyous feelings of nostalgia intertwined with bittersweet memories. But today I sit here in my living room, alone. The only sound I can hear is the occasional crackling from the fire in my wood stove. I'm scrolling Facebook reading  about how everyone had the absolute best god damn year of their life. There are stories of birth, of engagements,  of weddings, of family fun, and everything in between. I am happy for them. I truly am, but I cannot relate right now. I feel strangled and trapped by my grief for my brother. Because this is the beginning of the end..... 2017 will be the last year I heard Alex's voice, it will be the last year I held his clammy hand, the last year I felt his heartfelt hugs, and ultimately the last year he was living on this earth. I miss him. Sometimes I feel like its been a lifetime since I've seen him. And yet I cannot believe its already been over eight months since he died. How can that be? How can I still feel such as immense amount of pain? Suicide is so incredibly hard to understand. I think it takes on a new level of grief for those that are left behind. As humans we have become custom to cause and effect situations. What caused my brother lose his life to suicide? I don't know, and I never will. We are left with a spinning wheel of what-ifs and whys. Don't get me wrong the year has not been all bad. I am watching my son grow up to be an amazing little boy and I am taking on some new and exciting endeavors. I decided that tomorrow I will wake up and make the conscious choice to be happy. Alex would want me to be happy. That doesn't mean that I can't still be sad sometimes but it means that I will wake up everyday and choose joy. I will choose hope. Because without hope there will be no future.