Gearing Up

As winter moves on and the promise of spring comes closer, my fears of loss swell up as if to swallow me once again. After last spring, grief left me so incredibly low. I was angry more often than not, jealous of others' perfections, and just plain blue. Participating in the October month of healing through the Capture Your Grief project dug me out of the hole I was falling down further and further. And I learned that I don't want to repeat last year.
Each spring has been a struggle. It starts with anxiety and fear of how I'll react this year to the overwhelming emotions that come in waves and try to drown me. Last year I felt I was literally drowning in my pain, in Korbin's deeply felt absence in our lives. This year, he's still gone, and I'm still left wondering where we'd be with him and how he'd be P's big brother. But I feel as though I'm gearing myself up better this year for the upcoming emotional battle. There are new tricks up my sleeves, new coping mechanisms I'll be putting in to use a great deal as the sun shines a bit more each day.
It's funny, spring time is usually thought of as full of renewed and restored life. Leaves budding, seedlings sprouting, the earth turning green yet again after the darkness of the winter. For me, however, spring time feels quite the opposite. It's death. Death of the life we were supposed to have, of the son who should be with us, of the love we should be sharing with him daily. Each year since Korbin has been dealt with by feeling his death over and over and over again. As my body physically relives every one of our moments together, him growing inside me, hearing his heart beat for the first time, feeling first movements after an 11mile hike at 18weeks pregnant, the fear of losing him comes back full force. I can remember the anticipation of that spring, the excitement and how I really truly felt the growth and change of spring time through being pregnant. As we did not experience pregnancy through spring with P, the spring season now holds no other meaning to me than loss. This time of new life and joy has been reduced to nothing more than death, something to live through unbearably instead of enjoy.
Something I'm finally latching on to as my grief journey continues to evolve, is how I need to be busy 100% of the time. And it can't be just busy watching a movie or favorite TV show, my mind has to be fully occupied or I begin to spiral out from anxiety of wondering what horrific thing is going to blind side us next. This is exhausting, but it means I sleep at night, at least for the most part.
Sometimes I feel as though I'm a bad friend, or daughter, or sister because I'm just so incredibly busy. Does everyone think I'm just blowing them off? That I don't want to see them? That seriously can not be further from the truth. I've just filled my day to day with so many activities that it's hard to find time to sit and have a cup of coffee just because. Even at work, when finally sitting for a moment on a break after going non stop for hours, I can't just unwind and look longingly at the amazing view of Mt Rainier we enjoy each day. There's something to read, to learn and absorb and research how it helps others and what's missing and how to fix it and why and what's the truth of it all and where's the source and can it be trusted. There are things to make, paintings and sketches, blogs or even books to write. Constant ideas and notes. Non-profits to join and contribute my ever-dwindling time to because others are in such need and I tell myself that I have so much of myself to give still.
It is so much, and yet it has to be done or I fear I may spiral again. That spiral is not an option this year. So forgive me if I seem absent at times. There's just not enough time in the day to do all the things I need to do in order to keep grief at bay. It's only a season, and everything is temporary. Or at least that's what I continue to tell myself.
Because I got a lotta love to give.