How does ambiguous grief show up in your life?
Last night I had an awful dream where my little brother died. He’s 29 now but he was only 13 when I was kicked out of home after being DF’d and he’s never spoken to me since. I’ve been feeling sad and rattled about this dream all day. People whose family aren’t shunning them can call up their sibling if they have a dream about them dying, tell them about it… “Just making sure you’re not dead! Great, you’re ok. How’s your day going anyway?” It feels different, too, compared to the experience of someone who dreams something (awful or pleasant) about a loved one who has actually died. People are more familiar with grieving when it’s about death. This weird limbo of having living, breathing family members out there who won’t take a call or reply to a text from me… “I had a terrible dream and wanted to just hear from you that you’re ok.” 💔
Is anyone else having this kind of ambiguous grief (as it’s apparently called) show up in their lives?