I have been through and am still in a major crisis but there is light:
"Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
I cracked. Long story short; the urge to find out how Ex is doing now (and how would any person with a heart not want to know, after All -
- as I've said, led to me contacting Ex's last "good" buddy from school days -
-who reported to me, "he has always had a twinkle, even in the worst times" (tho this is not strictly true as he has has suicide attempts), but is what his friend has been allowed to know -
- and impelled me to want to take som kind of action, to basically find out that fundamental point - has the light returned - or not -
to me thinking up a plan that my CPN thought was OK, to get up under the very safest of places, with someone with me, ie close enough to intervene but not to hear -
-but last night this triggered a sudden despair, which I managed to soothe the while, but in fact only slept for 5 hours, and could not eat -
- this morning I rung a possible place up (its a drop in centre for refugees and other marginalised people and I knew he had been going) - but it wasn't suitable -
-waiting anxiously but wanting to talk it over with my carer, in the expectation it would help the despair -
- we talked it over, but no change in my underlying meed, for when she dropped me off at home I rapidly descended in to a major panic attack and then images of plastic bags (the time long ago when it tried to use them to end my life), first of all of course I used every single coping strategy I had -
- It not working, I rung the crisis team and asked politely ie not actually showing the state I was in: I was told that a CPN (whom I know, was positive about) would ring me back in 15 mins-
-but he didnt. (abandonment!)
- then it happened. I was overwhelmed for the first time I can recall in my life (since I have always fought it off, always, a swell of dizzy grief and loss like being in a rough sea, lifted high but terrified on a huge wave -
- ^I knew it for what it was - all the not grieving ready to crush me in the waves, yet knowing I had a surfboard when I got the call -
I re-rung the office, and they said the CPN had been triaging - ie I was low down the list because of my apparent calm politeness -and I did freak out this time -
- it was a long - maybe 45 mins? call and we went through it all
..my dad's dying and me shedding no tears, instead going a bit manic...this repeated pattern, again and again - all my life, tho mild at times - depression is followed by a high, but I over do the trying to escape loss....then drop into another depression as I haven't escaped loss...again and again-
-^which of course is the bi polar swing^....
This time I have, somehow, let the waves of never grieving through on a high, and have the chance to do what I must, which is to let myself experience grief, to listen to music that expresses it and so on -
- because I want to work through it, I will not escape more cycles, but have the chance of my own lifetime to ameliorate them
Now I feel calmer but exhausted, needing to share before I curl up.
To those here who have grieved or are grieving, thank you, because it helps. I know about the theory of grief - in my time have counselled people as qualified -
This, is doing it, with a lot of support because my support people know what is going on.
Thank you for being there, as I know you are.