What do you do when you've had a bad few days, or weeks or even month? Do you power through the gloom? Do you reach out to friends or do you curl up and keep to yourself? There are a few other options I could come up with, but I'll keep them to myself.
I've found when the going gets tough, I disappear into books. I need the escape. I need to think about other 'people' and not what's happening in my life.
Earlier this month, I lost my dad. He was 89 and dealing with Alzheimer's for years. The last 9 months were especially horrific so I'll admit to being relieved that he's no longer suffering. But I've discovered that it's hard not being a daughter anymore. I like knowing my parents are together again somewhere after 17+ years of separation, but I miss them a ton.
Flying to Texas for my dad's funeral, I dove into Do Or Die by Suzanne Brockmann. I needed an escape and she provided it big time. (As she usually does for me.) Then as soon as I finished that book - and it's a biggie - I dove into Falling For The Marine by Samanthe Beck. I think I should mention that this book made Samanthe a USA Today bestselling author! A huge accomplishment and I'm so happy for her. She definitely deserves it since she's an awesome writer!
But now that the books are finished, I've found that grief is still lurking, telling me that no matter how much I tried to not think about my loss, I can't get away from it.
Losing my dad was much like losing my mom in that I felt peace knowing they were finally at peace after dealing with such horrible health after years of struggle. But losing my dad brought home the fact that I no longer have parents and made the loss that much greater. I'm feeling doubly bereft, I guess.
I haven't cracked another book because I guess I'm feeling like if I don't deal with this loss now and if I keep putting it off, it's going to come back and bite me in the butt. I've been moving in slow motion the past couple of weeks and I'm counting on time (and a good psychic/medium) to pull out of it.
I have to admit to being much like my mom. She talked about everything to everybody. She worked through her issues out loud and never hid from the world. So for all you who already know and are probably tired of hearing me 'talk' about it, I apologize. As I said... I'm working it out.
So, what about you? What do you do when life lands those hard punches that get you down?