Clean Grief
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I love clean grief.
I love feeling sad about Jason being gone.
I love feeling angry thatās heās gone.
I love feeling alone.
I love the tears.
I love remembering.
Itās leaves me feeling cleansed. Empty and full at the same time.
I have grown to love it even though itās hard.
But Iāve been stuck in something different over the last four months.
Messier. Muddier. Foggier.
I slapped the label āgriefā onto it and suffered.
Itās just a new kind of grief, I thought. I different type of grief, I wrote.
Then my coach and my sis offered me two variations of this idea.
Maybe there was more than grief going on here. Maybe I was layering on other emotions. Emotions that donāt feel so clean. Emotions that arenāt as helpful to me as grief is.
I opened my mind to this idea.
I opened my heart.
It rang true a little bit. But I wasnāt exactly sure how.
I removed my label called āgriefā and started picking through the thoughts and feelings underneath it.
I feel sad about Jason not being here. But there was more in there.
I felt disloyal because I am building a self-help business without him.
I felt insecure because maybe I wasnāt doing it right.
I felt judgment because maybe I shouldnāt be successful with him gone.
I felt guilty because maybe I shouldnāt like my life if he isnāt in it.
Those feelings layered onto my grief.
Messed with it.
Dirtied it up.
Like when you walk into a lake and stir up the dirt. The water gets cloudy. Murky.
I felt confused and lonely and small.
Guilty, insecure and disloyal.
Along with the sad.
Dirty grief.
Thatās what I was feeling.
Since this realization, Iāve been looking at each feeling and deciding how useful it is to me.
Iāve been letting go of thoughts that felt true but really arenāt.
Sifting.
Letting the dirt settle.
Letting it go.
Two days later I felt some grief.
It came on quickly.
Iām used to that.
I cried tears.
But it felt different.
Like before. Clean.
Unsullied by judgment and guilt.
I leaned my head back in relief.
Yes! There it is again!
Clean grief!
Iāve been waiting for you for four months, friend.
Welcome back.
I love you.šāš»