I don’t even know how to describe the state I’m in right now. I want to cry and\/or throw stuff and\/or scream and\/or burrow beneath my blankets and hide for awhile. I want people around me and\/or I want to be alone. I want to plan my wedding and\/or I never want to see another wedding Pin for the rest of my life. Up and down, down and up. It’s dizzying and completely nonsensical. Being the therapist that I am, I find myself labeling this state as “possibly bipolar” or “inching on borderline”. When really, there’s only one label that fits:<\/p>\n
Grief.<\/p>\n
I hate grief. It is unpredictable and isolating. It is nauseating and heavy. It makes you push people away when you really want to cling to them like bark on a tree. It makes you rethink the whole world and life and death and souls and all that other existential stuff you try so hard not to ever<\/em> think about because, oh yeah, it’s DEPRESSING. It makes me scared, no,\u00a0terrified<\/i>\u00a0to live life fully, because what if I lose more people or die myself or go crazy or get a terminal illness or someone gets in another accident or a tornado hits or a volcano erupts or, or, or…<\/p>\n Cue the ensuing panic. I convince myself I can’t possible bear any more loss.<\/p>\n I am worn out\u00a0from my groaning.\u00a0All night long I flood my bed with weeping\u00a0and drench my couch with tears.\u00a0My eyes grow weak\u00a0with sorrow. – Psalm 6:6-7<\/strong><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n Then I hear God’s voice, “Do you really trust me so little?”<\/p>\n Sigh. You see God, it’s not that I don’t trust\u00a0you<\/i>, it’s that I don’t trust\u00a0me<\/i>. I’m the weak link in this equation. I’m the one not strong enough, brave enough, or holy enough, to handle all of the sad you dropped into my life. You tossed one too many balls into my already shaky juggling act, and I’m just one depressing-news-story away from screwing up and dropping everything.<\/p>\n And now I’m panicking again.<\/p>\n It really makes me long for numbness, for the emotional wasteland I curl into when I’m all emotioned-out. Sometimes it feels good to be here, not feeling anything. But I don’t feel God here, and it makes me push away my fiance and close friends. I block them out and trudge on with wedding planning, as if it’s an event I have no emotional connection to. Here I can shun ALL of my emotional tasks, and conserve the little energy I have left on putting myself together again. Alone.<\/p>\n But that’s the irony – I can’t put myself together alone, when I’m not even the one who put me together in the first place. I’d have no idea where to start.<\/p>\n For it was you who formed my inward parts;\u00a0you knit me together in my mother\u2019s womb…\u00a0My frame was not hidden from you,\u00a0when I was being made in secret,\u00a0intricately woven in the depths of the earth.\u00a0Your eyes beheld my unformed substance.\u00a0In your book were written\u00a0all the days that were formed for me,\u00a0when none of them as yet existed. – Psalm 139:13-16<\/strong><\/p><\/blockquote>\n But my future husband knows. Which is why he put away all of our wedding planning chores last night, and read Psalms to me instead. He knew what I had forgotten – that only God can put me back together, and he can only do that if I let Him. It’s kinda like saying, “You know I’m REALLY thirsty, but don’t feel up to opening my mouth and using my throat muscles, so maybe if you could just pour water over my head, I might absorb some through osmosis.” Yeah, not happening.<\/p>\n It’s much the same way with God. I keep trying to trudge on with the wedding stuff, my wedding brain and grief brain battling it out for mental space, and think that I’ll just shut everyone out and get it done. All the while I’m telling God, “Hey, this sucks, so can you wave your arms around and fix me while I stay all closed so I can finish editing my wedding website? I don’t really feel like opening up and being all vulnerable and in pain while you heal me with your love rays or whatnot.” Besides being offended by my use of “love rays”, I’m sure God would also shake his head sadly, knowing he’s not going to force his love upon me. I know God can do whatever he wants, but being Love Itself, he respects my freedom and waits patiently for me to open up to his gift of grace.<\/p>\n Which is what my fiance helped me to do last night: to gently face the hard feelings, to sit quietly in God’s space, and allow for His love to start to fill in the cracks of my heart. It wasn’t a walk in the park, but it was much<\/strong> easier to do when I let someone in to help me.<\/p>\n Turn to me\u00a0and be gracious to me,\u00a0for I am lonely\u00a0and afflicted.\u00a0Relieve the troubles\u00a0of my heart\u00a0and free me from my anguish.\u00a0Look on my affliction\u00a0and my distress\u00a0and take away all my sins. – Psalm 25: 16-18<\/strong><\/p><\/blockquote>\n As for the wedding stuff, it can certainly take a backseat. As relentless and obsessive as my wedding brain is, I have to shut it up to make room for the hard emotions that need to be felt and understood. Not only that, but I need to set it aside so I can nurture the emotional relationship with my fiance through all of this. Then maybe, once I hand over my grief into God’s trusting hands, I can begin to heal.<\/p>\n