Even at four years into this journey, I can surprise myself when, for no apparent reason, grief explodes from someplace deep within me.
I’m keyed into triggers-sights, smells, places and people that remind me of Dominic.
But sometimes I can’t figure out what causes the tears to fall or my stomach to be tied in knots.
It seems to happen most often when I’m in social situations. I feel surrounded, trapped and anxiety mounts.
I’m no geologist, but from what I understand, earthquakes are nearly always “about to happen”. Fault lines guarantee it. Pressure is building underneath the surface of the earth and when it reaches a level that can no longer be contained, it spews.
Can I just let you in on a secret?
Bereaved parents are full of fault lines.
Many of us are nearly ready to blow almost every single minute, yet hold it in and hold it together. If you could put a meter to our temple and measure how close we are to a come apart, you would be amazed that it happens so rarely!
Read the rest here: Fault Lines: Bereaved Parents and Social Anxiety
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