Suffering is part of human existence. This is fact. Every person in the world has lost something of significance and gone into a process of grieving. Grief takes on different forms for different people. Some numb pain; some deny through avoidance, and some lean into the pain. Loss is unavoidable.
Grief comes after loss, and psychiatrist Elizabeth Kübler-Ross believed that there are 5 stages of grief. They are:
- Denial
- Anger
- Bargaining
- Depression
- Acceptance
There has been criticisms of this grief theory among social scientists. I don’t love it or hate it. I do think grief is a process, but I don’t necessarily think there is a structure (that we grieve in this consecutive order). Grief affects us all differently, and we all manage it differently. It is an incredibly powerful emotion that has physical, social, behavioral, cognitive, and spiritual affects.
David Kessler said, we lost the world as we know it because of COVID. I don’t think it’s extreme to consider we as a collective society and we as individuals are experiencing grief due to the loss of our pre-COVID lives.
On a frustrating day, I live in COVID denial. On a bad day, I live in COVID depression. On a hopeful day, I live in COVID bargaining. On a melancholy day, I live in COVID acceptance. On a sad day, I live in COVID anger.
Notice how I didn’t say “on a good day”? Yeah, that was on purpose. 😔 It’s hard to see the good in grief. COVID has fundamentally changed our society and that is having profound effects on our well-being. We are culturally going through transformational change. It has been abrupt, dramatic, problematic, and traumatic.
While time may heal all wounds, scars are left behind – reminders of what we loss and subsequent negative emotions when we pay attention to those reminders. But with COVID, at least for me, I guess I see a very dim light at the end of the tunnel. A return to pre-COVID “normal” seems so far away. We are six months into this global pandemic, and my wounds are still healing.
I’m fortunate to understand what’s going on (for the most part). I know myself well enough to know when I need special or extra care. As someone who suffered from depression in the past, I know that I am in a vulnerable state. I’ve had to make conscious and concerted efforts to give my mind, body, and soul the care it needs to sustain this discomfort for the foreseeable future.
I feel like what makes the recovery part of COVID grief so difficult is that we do not have the outlets or ability to lean into the connections we desperately need to get us through these difficult times – at least in California. 😒 And what we are able to do, we must do with half our face covered – preventing us from receiving non-verbal cues from those with whom we communicate.
Like so many things we encounter in our lives, we often have a hard time accepting things for what they are when those things are beyond our control. While I logically understand this global pandemic, my emotional side is having a hard time coming to terms with it.
While I may not agree with the consecutive order in which we grieve, I do believe that acceptance is the last stage. Some days I accept COVID for what it is (on that particular day), but I have not accepted it for what it has done (personally and economically). I have not accepted the mental and behavioral health ramifications that are stemming from it (individually and collectively), nor have I accepted with the ability to move on.
Like scars from wounds that have healed, acceptance does not mean that all of our negative feelings magically disappear. Reminders still exist. When we push too hard, stitches can come undone. Infections can arise. We are. still. in. the healing process. Acceptance does not come within a specific timeframe. And even when the wounds have healed, sometimes it truly does become living in a “new normal.”
