Failure is simply the opportunity to begin again,
this time more intelligently
this time more intelligently
Her head nodded to Alys's words. It was common in the 'denial' stage of grief to have difficulty accepting the reality. Elizabeth had heard it said in many ways: regret, hallucinations, false hope, false humor, numbness. Each experience was personal and difficult to get through. No words or reassurances would help. They had to get through the process in their own way. All she could do was look across the water, a sad smile upon her lips as she validated the seer. "That must be hard." Because losing someone was never easy, and until the mind was able to accept it, life would continue to drag, thoughts wrapped in the struggle of perceiving reality.
Elizabeth couldn't lie about things getting better or predict what Alys's healing journey would look like, but sometimes it helped to remember the good things. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she kept her eyes out to the water, if only to alleviate any pressure to answer her question or allow some semblance of privacy for any resulting emotions. Her voice was soft and gentle as she said, "I didn't know Sascha well. Would you tell me about her?" If Alys looked to the therapist, she would see nothing but genuine sadness and compassionate interest. Should she decline to answer, there would be no judgement or frustration, just calm acceptance. But should she choose to open up, Elizabeth would be more than happy to hear about the loved companion.
Elizabeth couldn't lie about things getting better or predict what Alys's healing journey would look like, but sometimes it helped to remember the good things. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she kept her eyes out to the water, if only to alleviate any pressure to answer her question or allow some semblance of privacy for any resulting emotions. Her voice was soft and gentle as she said, "I didn't know Sascha well. Would you tell me about her?" If Alys looked to the therapist, she would see nothing but genuine sadness and compassionate interest. Should she decline to answer, there would be no judgement or frustration, just calm acceptance. But should she choose to open up, Elizabeth would be more than happy to hear about the loved companion.
Elizabeth
