Mourning The Living - This Subject Is Not Talked About Enough #loss #mentalhealth
Mourning –
When we hear that word we think of the passing of a soul –Did you ever think about mourning the living? What does it feel like?
MOURNING – is, in the simplest sense, grief over someone’s death. The word is also used to describe a cultural complex of behaviors in which the bereaved participate or are expected to participate.
This process of mourning is universal all over the world! Each culture grieves the same but different. WE all have our own way of handling death, personally and as a community. When someone passes away, as difficult as it is to lose them, we know it is final in the sense of physically being here on this earth.
WHAT ABOUT MOURNING THE LIVING?
Have you ever thought about that?
As we make our way through life people do come and go. Friends, work associates, neighbors and family. How do we handle it when someone is gone from our sight but is still physically roaming the earth?
Our brain is wired in such a way that when someone has affected our lives, we cannot just turn it off. That image stays present long after the person has moved on. There will be a certain moment when you are triggered by a memory and instantly you are transported back to a time of the past.
What do you do with all of those left-over feelings and connections?
You must process them the same way that you would the death of a beloved person in your life. As you move forward take the time to revisit the good, the bad and possibly the ugly. Learn how to make peace with the fact that you will not see that person anymore and why.
These feelings and emotions may be difficult to face, but necessary to be able to release all those feelings that have been left behind. People come and go in our lives for various reasons, and sometimes it is for a lesson, or other times it is better that they moved on, but the hardest part is when someone close to you leaves and brands your heart with a hole that is quite painful.
How do you fix it?
It may not always be fully fixable, but again putting understanding and meaning to the reasons why will help you move forward.
I will share with you a true example of how I have personally “mourned the living”.
As a mother I take great pride in all of my children. I have raised three of them two boys and a girl. I am now a grandmother of four, three girls and a boy! I have learned so much along the way as a parent - The Good – The Bad – The Ugly.
My oldest child (my son) was born premature and we almost lost him. Through love and support my husband and I willed him to live and survive. With an incredible team of doctors and our unconditional love he did survive. His life growing up was difficult, with many ups and downs as he struggled with ADHD/ODD/Anxiety/Depression. As a family we all supported him through his trials and troubles, which included being bullied profusely, beaten up, isolation, depression, and risky behaviors. It was a very dark time in his life, and ours as well. As a teenager growing up into a young man he made many, many poor choices. One could say he would chose every wrong choice! He got himself into quite some trouble, and a few run ins with the law.
As his dutiful family we stood by his side every painstaking step of the way, continually reaching out to him every single day. We did everything humanly possible to try to connect with him, and keep him close to us. His response was always to ignore our pleas to let us help him. Instead he always pushed us away, leaving us feeling defeated every single time, but we never gave up on him, ever! His years of poor choices and awful behaviors affected our family as a whole. It broke us! It was me, my husband, and the two kids. Then there was our other son, lost refusing our support, guidance and love. There was a great divide completely created by him. We never understood why!
It was a constant battle of the wills with a mothers undying love for her son holding onto those heart strings for dear life. That statement “A mothers love is like no other” is one of the truest statements I know, because I live it every day.
Fast forward to the present time, my baby boy is now a 36-year-old man, that I mourn every single day. He continues to shun us every step of the way, not allowing us to be close. This hurts my heart more than any other pain I have felt throughout my life, and my life has been difficult. I grew up in a dysfunctional household with a severely mentally ill mother. I went through horrendous abuse of all types (mental, physical, emotional, sexual) by more than one abuser I also lost my brother to Leukemia at age 9 (I was 6), and by the grace of God and a strong will, I survived.
I always knew when I had my own family one day, it would be very different from the household I grew up in. I put my heart and soul into my husband and children. We build a home together, giving our kids an environment that they could grow up freely with safety, security, happiness, lots of laughter and unconditional love.
Who would of thought this is how our story would play out? My son and I have a “texting” relationship. I do not see him very often, maybe once or twice a year for a few moments! We are raising two of his children (that he has zero contact with), and he has 2 daughters (our grandchildren) - one we have seen, only a handful of times, and a second we never met.
Without going into further details of our complex story – there is a lot of events that brought us here. As parents we did absolutely everything, we could to help him, and we fought with every ounce of our being.
I always said, “ We were trying to save him from himself”.
I know first hand what “mourning the living” feels like and it is far worse than mourning the dead. This is because that person is still physically here on this earth. WE can connect with them if it is actually meant to be. Knowing my son is only 15 minutes away from me, hurts so much because we are still a world apart. It is truly devastating.
So -- what do we do with all of that?
We continue to live. We process what has happened and put it into its proper place. It is hard YES -- IT IS PAINSTAKING -- but it is a must because if we do not do this then we are not living.
As I move forward with my life, I pray for him every day. I pray for his safety and good health. I pray one day for answers that may never come. I also remain hopeful that he will return to us wanting to engage beyond the world of texting.
I am reminded of him through his two children and stories of the past.
Mourning the living is beyond all of us and something I do not believe many people talk about or share. Most people travel this earth with that pain deep inside their hearts holding it privately, not allowing anyone to see the “unspoken truth”.
I chose to share it here today because I hope my story and experience will help someone else in mourning find a way to cope with the loss.
We must face what hurts us the most in order to learn, overcome and hopefully heal.
Time — Is it on our side? Food for thought!
Embrace the Journey,
God Bless
Lisa Zarcone
Author/Child & Mental Health Advocate/Public Speaker/Blogger/Inspirationalist/Social Media Influencer
MA National Ambassador for Naasca (National Association of Adult Survivors of Child Abuse)
2021 MA Heroine Award Recipient - MA Commission on the Status of Women
2023 Woman of Impact - Business West Magazine
The Unspoken Truth A Memoir -- A child’s story – An adult’s journey towards healing
The Book of Joann - My mother’s Journey with Mental Illness & our complex relationship as mother and daughter
