Yes! I have found that if I write about my grief, then I can stop ruminating on it. It's been recorded, so I can start to let some of it go. And if I need to revisit it in detail, I know where to find it -- in a file, on my Substack, in my notebook.
I started writing "Sandwich Season" a couple of months after my mom died, and although I have sometimes felt like a grief exhibitionist, I have found so much healing through the act of sharing, receiving comments and email responses, and the simple act of putting sorrow and frustration into words.
I'm glad I stumbled onto your stack, Barri! I feel an affinity for what you are doing.
Thank you for your note. I think "grief exhibitionist" is a perfectly shared sentiment of what it feels like to share our grief in a grief shy and death denying society. We need to keep sharing by example to others may.
Yes! I have found that if I write about my grief, then I can stop ruminating on it. It's been recorded, so I can start to let some of it go. And if I need to revisit it in detail, I know where to find it -- in a file, on my Substack, in my notebook.
I started writing "Sandwich Season" a couple of months after my mom died, and although I have sometimes felt like a grief exhibitionist, I have found so much healing through the act of sharing, receiving comments and email responses, and the simple act of putting sorrow and frustration into words.
I'm glad I stumbled onto your stack, Barri! I feel an affinity for what you are doing.
Thank you for your note. I think "grief exhibitionist" is a perfectly shared sentiment of what it feels like to share our grief in a grief shy and death denying society. We need to keep sharing by example to others may.
I agree!