Through this blog, written during my year of saying kaddish for my mother, Hilda Yael Kessler, may her memory be for a blessing, I attempted to reflect on and find meaning about the internal as well as ritualistic processes of mourning. I hope others may identify with and find some measure of comfort in its words.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Stress
I've been feeling very stressed lately. There's my father's fall.
There are work issues.
There are other family issues. I'm also getting up a half hour earlier
every day to make it to morning minyan, cutting into my sleep time. The
stress caused by these factors can more or less be identified. They're
all the general kind of issues that arise in everyday life. What is
less easily identified is the stress caused by loss. For my mother's
death has not only left a wound to my psyche, it manifests in my mental
state as well as physically. It would be interesting to read studies of
the effects of a parent's death on depression and physical well being.
The person I'd most like to talk to about this is my mother, an expert psychologist who understood human nature better than anyone else I knew. If only I
could.
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