I know.
Before you could finish reading the above title of this your mind quickly formed a rebuttal, denial, and wanted to offer instant absolution and forgiveness.
It’s not your fault.
You did the best you could.
You were a great mother to him.
I know this is what you want to say because I say it to myself. Often.
The problem is that it doesn’t work for me. It doesn’t make Guilt go away. And feeling bad about myself never helps. Focusing on negatives incapacitates me.
Maybe if I examine these sentences I can figure out why they don’t help.
It’s not your fault.
I hope this is true. I’d like it to be true. Does that count?
I guess my immediate problem with why I cannot convince myself that this is true is that I have no way to prove that it wasn’t my fault, at least to a degree. As his mother, I cannot imagine anyone more responsible. As a parent, you bring your child into this world with every fiber of your being invested in them. Never does it enter any part of your imagination, your dreams and hopes for them, that they will find Life too unbearable to continue living.
You did the best you could.
You’re right. I did.
Or did I? How do I know for sure? Another fine sentiment that I cannot prove is true.
While I’m writing this memories are pushing and shoving each other, jockeying for position in the front of my mind, incidences and occasions in my past when I could have chosen differently.
What if I had done this? If only I had done that!
How did these collective choices affect him and how he experienced Life?
If you look at my crazy life and all that I put my kids through while they were growing up you could even say that this had a direct correlation with how he lived and died. How could it not?
Okay, so now I am back to definitely believing it is my fault.
You were a great mother to him.
Another thing that cannot be proven. This could be another example of wishful thinking. The problem is that I have to believe it.
If your son died from starvation and alcoholism fifteen years after having a mental breakdown and being diagnosed as schizophrenic, don’t you think you would question every second of your parenting, including every thought and good intention, every single word exchanged, each action, each misstep, and each failure to act? Is it possible for me to ever not carry a degree of guilt? I can’t imagine it.See, this is what Guilt does. It’s slippery. By the time you figure out it’s even present it has already slipped out from the shadows where it lurks and put it’s damp, heavy, miserable, cloak onto your shoulders. The weight of it is almost impossible to shrug off. But Guilt doesn’t like brief encounters. It likes you to really wallow.
Never any satisfaction. No resolution. Guilt keeps coming back for more. Not just a useless emotion, Guilt is damaging. It sucks out your energy and wants to ruin your Life over things you can do nothing about, steps you cannot retake. The past is the past.
I feel guilty for not trying something else, and not trying even harder to get him help.
I feel guilty for not seeing him more often.
I feel guilty for who I picked as his father….and then the stepfather du jour choices after that. Uugh.
I feel guilty that he wanted to die.
I feel guilty that he chose this as his way out.
I feel guilty that my firstborn, my son, chose Death over Life.
I feel guilty that I was his mother.
Guilt is not rational. Guilt is an emotion. Emotions are not logical. I haven’t figured out how to logic my way out. (Is logic a verb? It should be). I feel guilty about so many things besides my son dying. I think I’ll list them
I feel guilty for not being there more for my children.
I feel guilty for not being there more for my grandchildren.
I feel guilty for for all of the interactions with those who mean something to me, that only happen in my mind.
I feel guilty for cutting so many people out of my Life.
I feel guilty for letting Others down.
I feel guilty for a huge part of me dying when Kevin did.
I feel guilty for feeling incapable of caring about anyone.
I feel guilty for every life choice I have made.
I feel guilty for any extra weight.
I feel guilty for every wrinkle.
I feel guilty for not being financially secure.
I feel guilty for being old.
I feel guilty and stupid for feeling guilty about such superficial nonsense.
I feel guilty for feeling completely changing.
I feel guilty for not being able to say how I feel.
I feel guilty for not being able to Get over it!
I feel guilty for losing any moments in Life because I cannot show up.
I feel guilty for feeling guilty. Uugh.
Does this examination of Guilt help?
I don’t know
I know Guilt is waiting in the wings to catch me unaware.
One foot in front of the other, I don’t feel like taking an action but I will.
If I was not feeling _______ I would be_______.
What would I be doing, if I was not busy be held hostage by whatever negative emotion in this moment? What is the action I would take?This hack has often been helpful when I have found myself with emotions that I cannot easily categorize, organize, and tuck into a box in my mind.
Emotions are not logical. Guilt and Grief cannot be rationalized away. Some things you just have to figure out how to live with
If I was not feeling Guilty I would be____.
I’m grouchy and sore as I try to crawl out on my hands and knees from under this heavy Guilt. Guilt and Grief affects you physically. The weight is indescribable. I can barely move.
Guilt will catch me here and there where it will but in this moment I realize I do have a choice.
Guilt can’t settle on a moving target.
Sledding!
If I was not feeling Guilty I would be Sledding!