As bipolaroids, we get to deal with some pretty strong emotions.
Sometimes frequently, sometimes not.
But we’re in a position to know how to handle crap feels.
Recently, a family friend died.
And people grieved.
Some cried. Some laughed. Some had quiet talks in corners, and gave compliments on the flower arrangements.
Now, at the time I didn’t really know how to handle all this. As a child I’ve had pets die, and elderly relatives. But as an adult, I’m not used to these situations. What to say or how to act. You think there’d be a handbook or something.
Yet my approach to grief is pretty basic.
Years of managing depression have taught me the following.
If I feel the need to:
- cry, I will cry.
- eat, I will eat.
- sleep, I will sleep.
- exercise, I will crank out a set of circuit training.
- comfort those around me, I hug the ever-loving crap out of everyone.
Together, we got through it.
And I can’t help but wonder just how much of that was due to experience. Like if managing depression – not always well, but frequently – somehow gives me insight into what to expect and how to help myself more clearly?
I have no way of knowing. But I’m glad we’re through it.