Day 365.

[cataragon]

I am giving no prizes for guessing that today was a hard day for me. The anniversary of the quakes brought up a lot of things. I know I'm not alone in that, but this is my space, and my head, and I have only my experiences

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[dazyndara]

*hugs* That was really beautiful.

[anagathic]

>But a year used to be, long ago, in some traditions, a mourning period.

My problem is that my city didn't die on February 22nd. That was the day of the heart attack, the car accident, the stroke. Since then I've been sitting by the bedside, watching the one I loved struggle to recover, and all to often failling.

I had real problems dealing with the memorial service yesterday, not because I'm crushed by the quake, more because I can't let go and move one because it's still happening; I'm still dealing with the wake of the quake, at work and at home, every day.

I look forward to the day that all is left is the grief.

[cataragon]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to speak for anyone but myself. Obviously, my experience is far from typical.

For me, I need to let go, because I am in a position to do so, and it's not healthy for me not to.

My issues are just my issues, and my ways of dealing with them are just my ways of dealing with them.

At the risk of sounding terribly like some kind of PSA movie from the 1980's: everyone has to find their own way.

I wish you all the best with yours.

[anagathic]

I apologise if my comment read as a rebuke; we all need to find our own way.

Your comment just struck a chord.

[cataragon]

I didn't take it as a rebuke, I just wanted to make it clear that I was only talking about myself. :-)

I am acutely aware of the fact that leaving three weeks afterwards, and not having to deal with anything after that is vastly different to those who have had to continue on.

C.