Grieving the Loss of a Loved One | What The Grief Process Taught Me About Life, Burnout, and Seizing Opportunities
/PART ONE: Grief While Your Loved One is Alive
It shouldn’t have taken an event as tragic as this for me to come to this realization.
Life can be funny in that way though regardless of whether it should be or not.
After 14 years of having my cat, Aries, I will be suffering from the most painful decision I’ve ever had to make in my life: Saying goodbye
This decision was not one that came lightly. In fact, for weeks, I didn’t even consider it as an option. I just “knew” he was going to be okay. Because he always had been.
Unfortunately, this wasn’t one of those times.
During this process, I recognized many things as I experienced the most intense pain and grief I have ever had to suffer through in my life.
For years, I knew I held a greater purpose in life. I had always felt that I had something to offer those who were closest to me and even strangers who would stand to benefit from my messages, stories, and experiences.
However, that didn’t mean I had the slightest clue as to what that was.
As a result, I often felt underutilized in my professional career, frustrated about the work I WAS doing, and feeling like I wasn’t living up to my full potential. But if you were to ask me exactly what that potential was, I couldn’t tell you.
This sense of not knowing my purpose and understanding my feelings and emotions led me to pursue countless employers, various occupations, and several industries before realizing that success was not going to come from me climbing someone else’s corporate ladder.
I began seeking out various ways in which I could become an entrepreneur. At least this way, I knew that I could define my work and life’s purpose directly instead of hoping that an environment from someone else’s mission and values would do it for me.
The lack of clarity about what I truly wanted, how I’m truly valued, and my overall vision slowed down so much of the momentum I needed to make progress in my business.
It took the intense pain of realizing that I was in my last days with my first fur baby to know exactly what my purpose is.
The Major Lessons Having Aries Taught Me
Aries has been there since the beginning of my young adult life. Every major milestone that I have endured since the time I was 20 years old, he was there to witness:
My first serious relationship which brought verbal and physical abuse
Becoming legal to drink
My tragic breakup
Graduating with my bachelor’s degree
Landing the first professional job of my career
Meeting, dating, and eventually marrying my husband
Buying my first car
Graduating again with my master’s degree
Moving across the country from Michigan to Texas
Living in a total of 7 new places in the past decade
Buying our first home
Adding a new addition to the family, our Chihuahua Terrier, Catcher
Starting and managing two businesses
Beginning the spiritual journey of mindfulness and prioritization of my mental health
He has literally seen everything.
To think of a day that I won’t get to hear him meowing at 7:45 in the morning to feed him, running into the kitchen every time the pantry door opens - or someone opens a bag of food - or just feeling the sensation of his purring against the touch of my skin is not something I can yet imagine. And that’s where the pain begins.
For years, I was inadvertently conditioned to be the strong wife, friend, employee, boss, colleague, daughter – you name it – I was expected to stand tall.
But what happens when you have always been the one to comfort someone through their grief?
When you are always the one to take on the brunt of responsibility?
When you are the one who isn’t allowed to make mistakes?
The one person everyone turns to for advice and guidance?
If you aren’t careful, over time – you will eventually drive yourself to the lowest point – mentally, physically, and spiritually.
I didn’t realize this type of lifestyle choice was actually Superwoman Syndrome.
On the outside, many people think these women have it all: the woman who has a prominent job or career, a happy and close-knit family, a satisfying marriage or relationship, a strong friendship circle, the list goes on.
In reality, many of these women are suffering behind the scenes as they continue to neglect their own needs.
How do I know this? Because I was her. I still AM her.
Only recently did I decide that something needed to change. And that was because things in my life had truly hit rock bottom.
Although on the surface to many individuals I SHOULD have been happy, I was miserable.
I never felt like I was fully supported.
I felt alone.
I felt I could never rely on anyone else to do anything because the expectation had become that I would be the one to step up.
This mindset trained me not to ask for help. Not to prioritize rest. Never allow myself grace or the space to make mistakes. After decades of doing this, it’s no wonder my health began to decline.
For the past 18 months, I had been trying to find my “thing,” my “niche,” my “secret sauce.” After all, one of the first things many people always say is that you have to find what sets you apart to gain a competitive advantage.
I didn’t know what that was until I faced the reality of grieving my first fur-baby, Aries.
He has been an extremely large part of my life for so long that the thought of knowing he will have crossed to the other side truly devastates me.
The immense amount of pain that I feel made it impossible for me to be there for anyone else other than myself and my partner. The energy it takes to simply get out of bed in the morning, make myself something to eat, and even focus on basic necessities has been extremely difficult.
I could no longer do it all. I had to focus on myself and only what immediately needed to be done.
Now that I’ve said this out loud, a part of me wonders why I never thought this was an option in the first place. It also made me realize that the reason why I came up with these strategies, systems, and processes that allowed me to work more efficiently wasn’t just because I was passionate about my work.
Ultimately, I began working in this way because I tried to be the best version of myself to everyone – except myself.
It lead to burnout, self-doubt, as well as anxiety and depression.
After executing several business concepts from doing social media strategy, to systems management, and productivity coaching – I finally realized why none of this seemed like the “purposeful fit” even though I was good at what I did: the mental component of it was missing. The emotional connection that truly fuels my purpose and passion for what I do.
PART TWO: Grieving Once They Are Gone
I now write this from the perspective of knowing what it feels like for a part of you to be gone. To officially begin the grieving process instead of just anticipating it. It hasn’t been easy to know that a major part of my life is suddenly stripped away from me.
However, it did teach a valuable lesson in cherishing the time that I have and making every moment count. It’s not to say that I didn’t know this before, but it especially resonates now after such a great loss.
There were so many things that I found myself saying “I will wait to do X when Y happens.” Except it never did.
Luckily, the only thing that I found myself regretting was something as simple as getting my little man a cat tree. The reason I never did was because I didn’t want him to get into the habit of climbing where he wasn’t supposed to. Grief is funny in that way.
You begin rationalizing that you should have done so many things differently – whether you should have or not.
The truth is, going through the grieving process has given me a different viewpoint on many things, but especially my daily choices and what I’ve chosen to prioritize. Things that seemed of the utmost importance no longer seem to matter.
During this time, I’ve spent many days and nights thinking to myself that I’ve spent so much time in my life working to strive for something better. A better version of the life I am living right now. With a bigger place. A bigger car. A bigger bank account. Bigger experiences.
While all of these things have come true, it’s taken this experience to make me realize that I didn’t need to wait for my life to be a certain way in order to start living it.
And the things I did have regardless of what I had achieved or what status I had been given should have been enough for me to be content. Something as simple as Aries’ presence was something that I took for granted every now and then.
It wasn’t until I knew that we were in our last moments that I would receive the wakeup call to shift my mindset.
The problem with always shifting your focus to the next achievement like many women with Superwoman Syndrome do, is that you are never celebrating what you’ve accomplished and never able to fully be present in the now.
You are never satisfied with where you are which consistently makes you feel like you need to do more.
Over time, you can miss out on moments and experiences that truly remind you of just how blessed you are. And for me, the past 14 years in which I was able to spend time with Aries and watch him grow from a small kitten at 10 weeks to a senior member of our family will always be some of the best memories in my life.
It is that feeling of being able to remove myself from the busyness and chaos of life to embrace simpler moments, expressing gratitude for what I do have, and feeling confident that there are more of these memories to come without always having to sacrifice my well-being is allowed.
It’s not always about working hard. Hell, sometimes, it’s not even about working at all. It’s about living.
And Aries’ life and the memory of it is what has influenced me on this shift within my business – and my life as well.
Without taking the time to truly step back and admire the areas of your life that make you happy, you will find that you can get caught up in the chase rather than the experience right in front of you.
And although it took 30 plus years of learning how to be everyone else’s support system except my own, it only took the last 2 years of my life and the experience of this painful loss to know that I need to make a change.
I know that I am not alone and that others may recognize that this too is an issue for them. But they just don’t have a place or person to even begin to help them.
I am that person.