I found that
when my daughter died, I didn’t want to go to bereavement groups and listen to
everyone who sat in a circle, crying and telling their story. It was very sad seeing
and listening to those people, and I wanted to do something to lift myself up,
not dig a deeper hole that I could crawl into and feel safe. I turned to books
also, grief books that had ideas and passages I could identify with. Not all
books were helpful, but as I read everything I could get my hands on at the
time (and there wasn’t that much in 1994) I could say, “yes, I feel that way
too” or “no, I don’t agree with that.”
Everyone has his own way of facing the grief that
comes with losing someone you love. Writer Alex Weiss found that books helped
him deal with personal loss in eight important ways.
Here are Weiss’ eight ways books helped him heal
from loss. I agree with most of what he says. See if you can relate also.
Remember, this is a summary of his thoughts only.
Books
reminded me I wasn’t alone. I could find similarities in
characters who dealt with death who felt lost and confused. It helped me feel
less lonely and made me realize just how many possible realities are out there,
how many people deal with what I’m going through, and that I’m certainly not
alone in how I feel.
Books
showed me there are so many things worth living for.
When you lose someone you love, it can seem as if the entire idea of living
worthless. But it didn’t take long for books to show me how many beautiful
things exist in the world and the millions of paths one can take. Even though
positive outcomes are hard to imagine during loss, books showed me there will
always be something worth living for.
Books
didn’t bullsh*t the hard stuff. Guidance counselors,
therapists and friends all try so hard to make things better when you lose
someone. The human instinct is to reassure a person in pain that it will get
better. But when every part of you hurts, that isn’t exactly what you need to
hear. What you do need is for someone to tell you the truth of how sucky this
is, and that’s exactly what some authors and characters showed me.
Books
showed me how to process emotions in a healthy way.
Books helped me realize how important it
is to focus on each emotion – heartache, anxiety, inspiration, growth—ort through
them and really try to understand why I’m feeling the way I am. And that in
itself is a life lesson worth learning whether you’ve experienced personal loss
or not.
Books
taught me that a short life isn’t a bad life. One of the
things I struggled with most is that this person close to me hadn’t been able
to live out the amazing life she/he deserved. It took a few books that dealt
with death and the loss o young lives that made me realize it doesn’t matter
how many years you have, it matters most in how you live them.
Books
inspired me to learn and grow from loss. Books gave me a
reason to actively search for good in the world, and ever since, I’ve been
committed to taking time out of every day to stop, look and find something to
smile or be grateful about. Experiencing death takes a different toll on
everyone, and while the lessons may not appear right away like they do in
books, you will grow and take something positive away.
Books
have never made me feel bad for feeling bad. This is probably
the most powerful and important lesson I got out of reading a lot during my
stages of grief. When years started to pass but I still felt the pain of loss
just as strongly, if not worse, my friends and family around me didn’t feel as
approachable. I started to feel bad for feeling bad, as if there’s something
wrong with me and I should just move on already. The thing is, books never told
me there was a time limit. They told me it was okay to feel bad, that it was
okay to feel happy, that it was okay to move on when it felt right to me, and
not to move on when it wasn’t. Books empowered me then, and they continue to do
so every time I pick one up—and I can’t imagine my life without them.