Smiling through our tears...
A loss is a fact of life, may it be a heartbreak, a death of a loved-one, a limb, that favourite job you wanted to hold unto till retirement or can be anything, its' value depends to the person for its' sentimentality.
A shot from my Samsung Galaxy S7, about 1:30 PM last Saturday, November 25th.
Heartbreak or losing a loved-one
For now I will focus on these two...both so painful that to continue to breathe is a STRUGGLE. Needing to force oneself to go on, regardless. Losing someone you love hurts, very very much. The pain indescribable, not just for a day, a year, or it can be forever.
The pain is real, coinciding with one's will to live. Thoughts of how to go on without that special someone, without your Dad or your Mom, your husband or your wife, your child? How empty and bleak is the future that have become? So sudden, throwing you out of balance, throwing your goals, dreams and aspirations of the future out of the window. Suddenly, you lost your focus, becoming lost, not wanting to go on and wanting to be in a place where there is no PAIN.
Throwing your own LIFE away
I can understand why some people do drastic things when in pain. With no judgment, I emphatised with each person who have ever done something against themselves. THEIR THOUGHTS WERE REAL.
What follows after, that is something else.
Before I couldn't understand these things very well nor have that maturity about life. A close friend of mine acted on it when I stupidly told her,
"The pain will only go away if you stop it."
She attempted suicide after that. I still can see her eyes looking at me from her bed in A&E. She was begging me...and I didn't know how to help her. It was a mutual break-up, yet her pain was unbearable, and left me breathless with chest heaviness when thinking about her, being with her. Took her a long time to get over it.
She's ok now..but it shocked me to the core on how my careless words pushed her to act on it. I was young and have learnt a lot from that though through the years.
LOSING A PARENT
I was already working abroad when my Dad died...a sudden heart attack took him away from us. His first and the last.
Was it denial that pushed me to not go home for his funeral? Was I selfish to not be there? In my mind he was so alive and I didn't think I could bear seeing his body inside a coffin. I was his baby, the youngest in the family. And without any explanations, my mom understood my decision. She never asked me WHY. I knew for a fact that she was well looked after. In hindsight, i felt guilty for not being there with her.
Everybody sees me as this very strong person. But in contrary, ALL I WANTED WAS TO BE ALONE. And up in the mountains, i was with my DAD. I grieved and accepted that I will never see him again..
Remembering him, smiling through my tears.
Keep your spirit my friend. Dont be afraid to face your life. Everything gonna be OK, no worries. We are on Steemit and we will be rich someday. Keep Steem On! Have a nice day.
Sorry for the late reply..what i can say is this, personally, i watch my thoughts when i'm down, because a lot of things gets up there.Keeping one's spirit is a struggle that to fight it, it needs a lot of courage to follow through.
What matters is that you learned from that experience and that you get to share it to everyone as life lesson. I guess we should always be careful with our words because we do not know how other people will take it or how it will impact them. Sorry to hear about your dad's passing..☹️ I could never imagine losing any of my parents. I think I wouldnt be able to handle it.
Enjoy your parents.
The best part of this is that you're able to share a valuable lesson, like think first before you say something to your friends because maybe its a matter of life and death situation for her/him and its not just you sharing this out from sourcing from other blogs but its base on your own experience, thanks for this @immarojas, because as a young person like tends to commit a mistake like what you did but this is a great reminder.
well i hope somebody learns from this.
Respect on these wonderful people. It is really important to have each other.
Power ate.
@immarojas i agree about the power of words- they can cut or heal. I can feel your pain about your dad. Warm hugs, kabsat.
Thanks ate..that was ages ago na.
thank you for for like With Respect @karamellka
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I lose my dad this August and it was shocking because he just got hospitalized for a week, then he was put in the ICU for 2 weeks and we never saw him again. I last saw him in the morgue...it was a very painful one and now the feeling become fresh especially when I am learning about a death of someone. I am not sure if I am strong. What I know is that I am depressed. There are more than hours than I am sad than I am happy and sometimes, I will find myself crying even during break times at work, while I am chewing my food and laughing with my office mates....Sometimes I am thinking I don't want to continue my life because of what happened...I know I am depress, seriously
Acknowledging that you're depressed is a step forward.Losing a parent is hard, and it wont go away sooner than we want to. It takes a lot of courage to realize na wala na sila and we have to move on. Memories help.
Beautiful piece, and there are tears in my eyes. Really beautiful. Both of my parents passed away. My mom 10 years ago, my dad 6 years ago. I still feel bad about it. But of course, trying to get through. Still at my early 30s, and I feel like the years I spent with my parents is not enough. Still, acceptance is important.
It's never enough..i always say to friends "enjoy your parents, they are irreplaceable. We dunno how long they will be with us."
I learned alot and now i understand better. There was no selfishness involved. It is okay that you weren't at his burial and if it was selfishness it is so understood and forgiven. My two sisters weren't at my mum's burial and no crime held against them cos in reality, i didn't which one was better being there or not being there but looking at it, no one is better. Parents are forgivers, moreso Jehovah God, so entertain a measure of freedom about that in your mind. As for people who act drastically, that very much exists. Sometimes it is more of depth that just sheer irrational action, some who are deep, think it through so deeply and life itself no longer make sense. Same here; the whole process of waking up; to eat and drink becomes some silly stuff to me; but when others are very much involved, i have got to be here. Overall, i don't tear down with speech cos yes suicide occurs. Stay awesome
thank u Terry.
You're amazing! Thanks for sharing @immarojas! Reading this is therapy!
Hey how are you? hows the new job? you're very much welcome☺