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Had a child, now I can't cope with distressing news
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My son is 20 months old and since he was born I have struggled pretty significantly with difficult news events or sad stories, especially in regards to children being hurt or killed.
I want to know how do I cope? How do these parents cope who have lost their kids when I am a completely stranger not coping with knowing someone's child has died?! It physically hurts me, intensely, I can hardly bear it. I really want to know how these parents are coping, especially of children who have passed, because I need to know that they have somehow managed to bear that huge loss and pain and suffering and not complete died inside.
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Hi My profile
I have dysthymia among others issues like bipolar. Dysthymia is a condition usually picked up from childhood through trauma. Sufferers often dont realise the trauma caused it and I found out at 53 years old some 13 years ago.
That condition causes extreme sadness and along with the high emotion is plenty of tears. One could cry when you see a bird fly, a whale breach, a baby cry etc. I'm not saying you have this illness however apart from medication I had to learn to embrace my dysthymia and how I did that was to seek out the positives. What could they be?
My poetry is one of those actions that I can write only when feeling emotional, or humorous. Another thing is to realise that there is plenty of non or low emotional people out there that have no idea of the wonder of life. To me they are wasting their life away.
So, yes too much emotion, sensitivity etc can be problematic but there is some of that burden that is a gift.
DAD’S SMILE
An old porch chair where my dad once sat
A smoke in his hand and slippers on a mat
I remember when he’d laugh and smile at me
And I’d return the honour almost instantly
My thoughts are such now that dad has passed away
I glance at that empty chair each and every day
Sorrow fills my heart and in a way it’s sad
That I still look at that chair and still smile at my dad
But all’s not lost and I don’t waste my time
Cause I still see his face smiling just like mine
Yes in that old porch chair where my dad once sat
Is his smoke in his hands and slippers on a mat….
TonyWK
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Thank you for taking the time to reply. I think I understand what you are saying. It does help somewhat.
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