“I can’t get things done that I really need to do, I always get distracted.”

“I seem to have two speeds, go go go, and crash and burn, complete stop.”

“I don’t really understand how to relate to people I don’t know well. I go to parties and, unless I have a task I set myself, like helping in the kitchen, I just feel awkward/anxious/overwhelmed.”

Those examples may all feel very different. All of them could lead one to believe that there’s something that needs to be fixed. While these might not be issues that lead clients to want to work with me, my ears perk up when I hear them in folks’ stories.

They’ve actually all been true for me. I remember having to talk myself through parties in my teens and 20s (and 30s), “It’s okay if you just sit quietly, you don’t have to talk to people if you don’t feel like you have something to say.”

Hi, it’s me. Sensitive.

Throughout my life I’ve occasionally had what I refer to as “meltdowns”. Sometimes it’s a bout of crying uncontrollably, with no clear reason why. Sometimes it’s just the need to take myself to bed early (or in the middle of the day), with the question hanging, am I sick? Well, no… but I can’t function. That’s the two speeds, gogogo and stop. An expression coined by my mother, so that gives you an idea of how far back those tendencies go for me.
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I have a number of clients who are experiencing the aftermath of the death of a parent. For some the death is recent. For some, the death was many years ago, but their grief feels unprocessed, stuck somehow. There’s a wide range of what that looks like for each of them — for a couple of them it’s excruciatingly painful, there’s a sense of betrayal, an underlying anxiety about whether they can count on anything at all in their lives. For others, there’s actually a sense of release and relief. Those deaths were protracted, and for a couple of them, the relationships with the parent were complicated and painful. Death can bring out the worst of family dynamics.

The end of a day

Death is a potent time. Not that different from birth, it’s a major life transition that all humans will experience. A time when we become intimately aware that there is little that we can control about… really anything. Death can come very much at random. As I’ve written about before, my mother moved here in 2012, we thought for her last years. We had no way of knowing she only had 4 months to live.

When I zoom out a bit and remember that time, I can see that there was some divine timing and rightness of how that process went. I learned so much.
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