Self Care Challenge #1
Find someone in your life, or a stranger, or yourself, who can use a life changing, simple, profound hug. <3
You might think this idea was a thought out therapeutic way to add to my healing. Instead, I was just looking at a photo of my kids hugging, and posting it at midnight, came up with a caption and realized it was turning into something much bigger in my head.
The blood drive is behind us. With it came so much healing and community. It was eye opening to me to see deep connected caring in the world around us. It made me feel so much comfort that we have already begun planning the next one, an annual event to look forward to, instead of a painful anniversary.
There are other anniversaries. Much smaller ones, that come once a week. Grief is like sitting on a deserted island and counting the weeks off. One line for each week, scratched into your life, gone. They pile up fast. The more there is, the further away you get from that last moment that you were happy. Sunday is that day of the week for me.
It used to be Tuesday I would wait for each week. The pregnancy weeks marked on my calendar. We have just passed the last one, 39 weeks. I am no longer counting down. I am counting up. I have collected 6 tick marks on my cave of grief. And the collection grows each Sunday.
I dread this day of the week. Its the day I usually don't leave bed at all. But that can't last forever. So in an effort to try and change Sundays into something I can plan and look forward to. At midnight tonight, an idea was born. I had planned to get up tomorrow and do some things that make me feel a little more human. And as I was scrolling through my phone, drowning out my mind, begging it to go to sleep already, I saw the photo.
My two living children - ugh I hate that I can't say 'all my children' anymore, that there is a distinct difference, not in gender of boys vs girls, but in living vs gone. - A simple photo of them hugging. There is SO many I have of them hugging. Always in a way that adults just cannot seem to usually do. Unconditionally. Can you imagine what a better place the world would be, if we loved each other as unconditionally as children do?
Those deeply compassionate hugs seem to only come in times of hurt. When we see someone so broken, we feel that holding them can somehow hold their brokenness together for even a short time. And if the hug is a genuine hug, sometimes it can magically do that. So I felt compelled to tell everyone who has given me one of those kinds of hugs in the last 6 weeks, how much they meant to me. And how they should come more than just when life is dark.
It spurred the idea that other people would be able to benefit from this idea of a challenge. Knowing that it would help me in a vain way of feeling that Anna's death will continue to bring some light into this dark world. Knowing that I need to start caring for myself in the same way again too. The last 6 weeks I have not recognized myself physically and mentally, and I can work on things to change that.
So if you would like to join me, you can follow along for the weekly idea. Some might seem profound, and some might seem so simple. A hug may sound like a simple challenge, but for me they have been on the profound side. And I wish for everyone to feel that kind of human compassion. I think we hold ourselves back in today's world of social media connection, instead of face to face humanity.
If you would like to join me with this same weekly self care challenge, you can leave me a comment about your weekly act. You can also follow along here, or on instagram. My account is @lissables and I am using #GiveLoveForAnna & #SelfCareSundayChallenges to document each week.
With love, lissa