Coping With the Down Days
The year after my husband John died, my grief brain was at its peak. I wanted to give my brain a rest, but I couldn’t do that. There were dozens of tasks on my to-do list, and progress ranged from slow to nil.
Recovering from grief brain was a slow process that came in spurts. I never slipped into classical depression, thank goodness. My brain struggled to adapt to the loss of my beloved John and the onset of more grief. I often felt “down” and wondered if I really was getting depressed.
Clinical depression is a mental disorder that gets worse over time. This depression can get so bad that the person becomes nonfunctional. If I didn’t take some proactive steps to counter grief brain, my mind could turn to “squash rot,” the term my brother-in-law had used to describe mental decline.
I wanted to avoid squash rot. What steps could I take? It took months to answer this question. Some solutions were simple, yet when they were combined with others, the results were surprisingly effective. Even if I only took one baby step, I was moving forward.
Dealing with Situational Depression
I didn’t slip into classical depression after John died. Thank goodness. But I had “situational depression,” a response to a traumatic or stressful experience. John and I had discussed situational depression after Helen died, so I already knew about it. As time passed after John’s death, my sad, dour feelings eased and finally went away.
I helped myself by eating right, getting enough sleep, writing, and talking with other widows. I’m a visual learner, so marking the calendar with checkmarks helped me. I checked off the days when I had grief brain. In the beginning, most calendar squares were checked off. As the weeks passed, fewer squares were checked off. When I turned the calendar to the next month, no squares were checked off.
I was encouraged because I could see my progress clearly. Writing reminders on sticky notes helped me. I stuck notes everywhere—on the computer screen, the refrigerator door, the kitchen counter, and the bathroom mirror. It’s a wonder I didn’t stick a note on my nose!
Some experts don’t recommend sticky notes because they can get lost. The notes were clues to my day, and I didn’t lose any. I had considered keeping a grief brain log, but I didn’t do it. My books and articles served as my log. A diary and a log are different. You make daily entries in a diary, which can be a lot of work. You make regular entries in a log, which is less work. Entries may be weekly, every other week, or every two weeks— whatever works best.
Excerpted from Winning: A Story of Grief and Renewal: Hodgson MA, Harriet: 9781608082919: Amazon.com: Books.
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