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There are many forms grief can take. I’ve heard it said that grief is your ticket to show how deeply you have loved someone. But what does that ticket look like when you've lost a sister who was cruel to you? It’s a complicated-looking ticket.
Grief feels like a wringing out of your entire being - body, mind and spirit. Every day is a new form of survival. For my survival I subconsciously chose, I would argue, the only socially acceptable form ‘making it through’ grief there is.
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My older sister died six years ago. She died at her home. She was left there for a week (or as much to the coroner's estimations because of her decomposed body) before a neighbour found her in her crappy apartment complex in Brisbane. A week: seven days.
Seven days.
Seven days of dissolving from the world, to have the world very ruthlessly keep moving forward.
I could label my form of grief in the 'complicated' category. As a deep empath, I have a high base level of helping and being available for people around me. In my grief, I took that base level and then turned it up beyond the realms of where the dilemma should ever go. I took on being of service to others to a full-time job where I was the CEO.