Life is filled with goodbyes.
And here comes another one.
Bye.
See you.
I'll call. And write.
And you can visit. Oh, yes, please do!
And though all these kind words are said with sincerity, life has taught me that none of these things happen.
And if they do, it won't last.
So, why go through all that? The niceties. Why kid each other? Let's just be real about it.
Say what you really want to say.
It was nice knowing you! And I hope your life gets back to normal sometime. Of course normal will be different because the things we used to do together won't happen any more, but you'll get over it.
You will stop missing me and I won't remember much about you either.
Yeah, there's the cynic in me... And I had you all fooled into thinking I am an optimist. HA! Gotcha!
Yes, there is more to this rant (that is what it is...) than my cynicism. I am finally facing it. The cold hard truth.
John 8:32 And ye shall the , and the shall make you .
I am hoping to be made free in seeking to understand the reasons I handle goodbye and change so poorly. I know it won't only benefit me.
Why goodbyes are important: Life is filled with leave-takings that come in many forms. Some are temporary, such as leaving mother or father to go to school or ending a visit with grandmother. Others are more permanent, such as losing a treasured toy or the death of a pet or loved one.
Goodbyes bring up feelings that vary, depending on the meaning of the particular loss to each person. Many are not just sad. Sometimes they are also angry or anxious-- all natural reactions to having to say goodbye. Because life is filled with goodbyes, we must develop mental muscles to cope with them in an emotionally healthy manner.
I've watched my son break down after having played at a friends house and being told it it time to go home. I've known that I react the same on a larger scale, and I've thought I am helping him to cope. Now, I've realized however that I haven't been taught how to cope with goodbye.
As a child, I went to a different school every year until high school. I moved more times than that. I've had to say a lot of goodbyes. Or have I? I was young. Young enough that my parents took care of the goodbyes and I lived mostly oblivious to the changes that were going to happen until one day, they did. Or I took for granted that just because I was moving that was the only thing that would change. Or it could be that I didn't give a thought to how my whole world changing over and over and over again would affect me.
I am dreading how self-centered this post is reading right now...but it is important to get this all out... I hope this helps someone else too!!
Goodbye is a loss to me... and I withdraw from it when I see it approaching. I curl up, in an emotional fetal position. or with the ostrich syndrome=if i don't look at it, it doesn't exist.
Looking at my life, I've pushed so many people away because I continue to not face my fear/ dislike of saying goodbye. I am now facing it, head on... I hope to be able to get through a goodbye knowing it doesn't mean the end.