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She looks at me and says, “It looks like you’ve bounced back. You look great.” Instinct nearly has me rolling my eyes, but both my heart and mind know she means well. Instead, I smile and say, “I’m bouncing, but I’m not sure I’m bouncing back. I’m constantly bouncing between hurting and healing, and grief and gratitude. It’s not a one-way bounce. It’s a constant back-and-forth, like a game of Monkey in the Middle.” 

She smiles, though I can tell by her look I’ve said too much. I’ve revealed too much raw and honest heartbreak for her comfort level. This is nothing new, I’m used to tucking my grief away when it gets too heavy for others. What others don’t realize is that the weight of grief is carried in my life indefinitely, regardless of whether it’s comfortable or convenient. It stays always, even when it doesn’t show or get discussed. 

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In the early days of my grief, I would have just smiled and said thank you. Now, years into my grief journey, I’ve learned to be more confident in my approach and bolder in my authenticity.

It does no one any good to pretend that grief and loss aren’t catastrophic life events.

It does no one any good to pretend to hold strength and courage at an unattainable level or consistency. I’ve learned that sharing my heartbreak as much as my resiliency allows others to grasp the reality that when grief eventually enters their life, because it will, that they will be messy and complicated, but they’ll also be OK.

No one let me in on the insider experience of grief, which meant I was unprepared and surprised by nearly everything that came with the death of someone I love. It turned out that the only aspects of grief I had learned were flipped and filtered in ways that made them inaccurate and convoluted. If others will learn about grief through the way I experience and express it, then I want that to reflect honesty and truth. 

Grief is heavy, always. What changes is how we carry it. Some days we carry it with only our fingertips and others with both hands.

Grief never goes away. What changes is the lens through which we view it. Initially, it is dark, foggy, and unattractive. Eventually, the lens is filled with color again and carefully crafted with loving reminiscence and gratitude. 

Grief doesn’t heal completely. It isn’t like a simple injury. It’s more like a life-changing operation that leaves a scar you can both see and feel, forever. 

Grief is unique. It’s as unique as our fingerprints and our DNA. Each loss, each experience, and each relationship comes with its own map. A map that can only be written by the person walking it. 

Grief changes you. Like an instant makeover that uses permanent paint instead of makeup. The kind of makeover that’s as drastic as shaving your head or covering your body in head-to-toe tattoos. At first, its changes in you are chiseled by loss and a forever absence; with time, it shifts to a transformation carved by love. 

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As my friend and I sit down at our table and take sips of our coffee, I gently say, “I’m sorry if my comment was too much. It’s hard to live with a reality that sometimes others act afraid of, like my pain is contagious. It’s hard to hide my journey and the consequences of it. Grief is difficult and I’m trying intentionally not to pretend that it isn’t so that when it enters your life, you’ll know that while it’s catastrophic and relentless, it’s also survivable.” 

She puts down her coffee and takes my hand, gently whispering, “I know.” 

And with that, the hearts and souls of someone who has experienced significant loss and someone who has not are suddenly braided with grace, compassion, and understanding. 

One day in the future we’ll have a similar get-together, and I’ll find myself asking, not if she’s bouncing back, but which way she’s bouncing today, at that moment. Knowing that to truly help her on her grief journey, I need to acknowledge there is no getting back to life before loss, there is only moving forward to what lies ahead. 

Keep bouncing, friends. Grief is chaotic and ever-changing, but it’s survivable.

Originally published on the author’s Facebook page

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Chelsea Ohlemiller

Chelsea Ohlemiller is well-known for her blog, Happiness, Hope and Harsh Realities. She has written for multiple platforms such as Her View from Home, Love What Matters, and Scary Mommy. She has had essays featured in two Chicken Soup for the Soul collections, as well as the national bestseller So God Made a Mother. Her first book will be released August 2024. She lives in Indianapolis with her husband and three children. Website: www.hopeandharshrealities.com Instagram Handle: hopeandharshrealities Facebook: @hopeandharshrealities 

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