The Funeral – Burying My Grief
This is a re-post of an article I published once before. Because of its title, it doesn’t show up in most search queries related to Narcissism. However, it’s a liturgy that has been highly effective for me, as well as several clients I’ve worked with. I created it because I’d tried many other methods, including counseling, for grief and regret that didn’t help. This rite helped me on a deep level, perhaps due to the symbolism involved.
The road to recovery consists of trial and error. What helps one person may or may not help another. If you are experiencing deep levels of grief and/or regret as it relates to your having been a victim of emotional abuse and you need help with closure, perhaps this article will be of help. Namaste.
July 7, 2013 – 8:25 a.m. – Our past can affect us in many different ways, depending on our personality and the unique events that have caused us pain. We find ways to cope, but often, the pain kind of stays there, underneath the surface, ready to appear at the least expected moments. We become bound by our past so that living in the present can be a struggle. We may succeed in repressing a painful memory for long periods of time, only for it to be resurrected by a random trigger. Others stay stuck in a moment, ruminating over it, re-living it again and again.
For me, one such occasion is not having spent enough time with my grandparents before they passed. I was under the controlling influence of a Narcissistic husband whom I would eventually leave. The fact that I was the only family member absent when my grandmother departed has haunted me during the years since she passed. The day before she died, I spent a little time with her in the hospital. I was anxious and in a hurry to get back home because I didn’t want to upset my husband. I knew there’d be repercussions if I stayed gone too long. She looked at me with what I now know was the look of goodbye. She knew it was the last time I would see her. I wish I’d known it, too.
On the day of her funeral my ex, upon my return home, called me a whore. That’s what Narcissists do. They catch you at your lowest and kick you while you’re down. Thus, not only was I not able to fully grieve the passing of my grandmother, I had to deal with someone who was supposed to love me being emotionally abusive.
Why? That’s what Narcissists do. They catch you at your lowest point and kick you while you’re down. Thus, not only was I not able to fully grieve the passing of my grandmother, I had to deal with someone who was supposed to love me being emotionally abusive.
Regarding my grandfather, I didn’t see him for months before he left this world. I’d stopped going anywhere because each time I left the house, my ex would harass me by calling an obscene number of times, keeping track of my whereabouts, and accusing me of “whoring around”. I was completely cut off from not only my family and friends, but society as well. I’d basically given up on any idea of a normal life.
I lost valuable time with two of the most important people in my life because I let a toxic emotional predator brainwash me and control my actions. I can’t’ seem to forgive myself for either of these events.
Today, I am going to hold a funeral for these events which have caused an immeasurable amount of suffering in my life. I share this because I think it will help me get past the pain, and also because it may be beneficial to some of you who read this to hold “funerals” for your own painful memories. I also think that by releasing
I also hope that by releasing the ain of the past, I can apply the Law of Attraction in a more powerful way because I’ll hopefully be in a higher vibrational field. If there’s one flaw in the LOA, it’s that there isn’t a clear picture of dealing with hurts of the past.
9:31 a.m. – While writing this post, I stopped to write an apology letter to my grandparents. It was emotional. Through all these years, I’ve grieved not being there before they died, as well as the lost memories I’ll never have the chance to make with them. Regret is one of the hardest things to recover from. This apology letter will be buried today. I think I will go beside the river, tear it into little pieces, and drop it into the water’s cleansing currents. I’ve created a eulogy…as follows:
To my pain: You’re a big part of me. In many ways, you’ve been as much a part of me as the color of my eyes and skin. We’ve been together for a long time. You’ve influenced my moods, my decisions, and my life. This is hard, but today I am saying goodbye.
I have to let you go so I can move on with my life. As close as we have been, the fact is you are holding me back. I can’t really love, forgive, or be the best I can be unless I say goodbye to you. I lovingly release you, and thereby give myself permission to forgive myself so I can move on.
**Keep in mind I am saying goodbye to the event/painful memory, not to the people involved. That is another matter, and may or may not be appropriate to your specific circumstances.
The time is now 10:15 a.m. I will update later today with the results of my ceremony.