So, during the loss of my parents, each time was. Complicated. I was almost 15 when I lost my dad, it was not sudden, it was prolonged and from alcoholism. I grieved, but I also had grown up In Hell so I didn't really have the toolset or security to grieve properly and handle the big feelings. Set them aside, dissociated them away, wash rinse repeat, not "my" problem anymore it's someone else's issue that I didnt have to focus on bc to me it was Gone.
Then I lost mom a few years later, after even more abuse and fucked up situations, and i'm even less stable. she was expected, but unexpected at the same time. our last time speaking, I believe, was her screaming at me for something that only made sense to her because her mind was impaired a lot by that point from her health. same situation. breakdown, dissociate, then yeet it at someone else in the dark bc i can't handle the big feelings. feel better. focus on other big problems happening and destroying my life.
fast forward through 10 miserable years of marriage, an international move and back, an explosive divorce, i am by this point solely living for my cat. Like. No joke, she is the only reason I'm alive right now. My entire life revolved around my emotional support cat. i start therapy, get properly medicated, start getting my life on track, make progress.
realize "....ah fuck i've got more than one of me in my head. SHIT. oh well, busy-"
then, later, get punched with the realization of ".....ah fuck i never... actually... really dealt with my complicated grief, did i," as i'm more and more aware of the others. brought it up to doc, he said he didn't feel i was stable enough to approach such a big/deep topic just yet and that we'd ease into it over time.
well now my beloved cat of over 15 years has passed on, my entire life is shuffling and in upheaval, but things are different because i've got a lot more stability than any other point in my life. so surprise i get to start processing grief that every single part can feel while keeping the 16 y/o from trying to do anything stupid to us while the grief from my parents and the life that could have been/the life that Was seeps up through the fucking concrete like crude oil.
i'm nervous, though. it. .... idk how to describe it. everyone feels the hurt for my cat, we all loved her dearly, but the 16 y/o was the one most reliant on her and most interacted with her. the only reason we're not dead is because, repeatedly, it was important to remember that we needed to take care of the cat. we had to be there for her. nobody else could take care of her as well as me, she was MINE, she was my baby, my soul, and the only reason i stubbornly resisted taking extreme irreversible actions was because i was scared she wouldn't be taken care of properly and that she'd be sad and miss me. i owe my life to this cat.
yet my parents is an entirely different kind of grief, and it's got all this associated baggage weighing it down in different ways, but its being lumped in to the grief feelings for my cat while i guiltily have to admit i'm more upset about her passing than anyone in my family. idk how to separate these thoughts out. idk if i'm even making sense... okay let me try to reframe the goal:
how do you work through grief that affected different parts differently? how do you balance those feelings enough to actually work through them effectively?? i know the cycle of grief but if everyones at different stages what the fuck do i do then??