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It’s Okay to Grieve a World That We Lost
Finding comfort in times of uncertainty
My therapy sessions have been quite comforting lately. It took me months to admit that I might need external help instead of convincing myself and the world around me that I am fine. My therapist is a soft-spoken, eloquent lady with attentive eyes and brilliant questions. She doesn’t have the answers — but she asks the right questions and lets me find my own answers.
It has been going well and I was looking forward to the small nuggets of wisdom that I discovered within myself at each session. Then the world turned upside down and she asked me if I wanted to continue our work. I wasn’t sure, but I said yes — assuming that unearthing my childhood problems will give way to a much more important topic: life as it is now.
The past days (gosh, it’s been only days!) have been difficult. And I reluctantly had to admit that all I care about is the situation around us, the actual number of cases and the pace of the spreading of the virus. I can’t eat and I can’t sleep. I am overwhelmed and overworked and overworried. I am desperately trying to keep up the appearances of a normal life while in my eyes nothing is normal anymore. I wasn’t sure I wanted to talk about it. I am not sure I want to deal with it.
