“On November 7th 2015, almost a year to Aaron’s deathaversary, I woke up so stiff and sore I couldn’t even move my head and glancing through my diary from that day one year earlier I saw that I had found Aaron alone on the floor of the bathroom after coming home from the gym………. it was a year later and my body remembered this… It remembered all of the horror to follow and it was bracing me to lose Aaron again.” – Nora McInerny
The above quote is from my absolute favorite widow, Nora McInerny. That’s saying something because its an elite club… Katie Couric, who is a “sister” of mine through Tri Delta, and Sheryl Sandberg who I adore… add to the list so many widows I’ve now met in real life through the support group I did, and the Hot Young Widows Club. Nora said this in the Podcast Terrible Thanks for asking – the Chapter 2 episode, which is likely also my favorite episode.
I have definitely read that loss and grief can manifest into real, true physical pain. I think if I’d read that a year ago, I’d have believed it… but with some skepticism. Like… is that really a thing?
It manifests itself differently in everyone. In all sorts of different ways. For me, it was this incredible upper back, neck, back of my head excruciating pain. Pain so bad that only consistent heat and ibuprofen could make me functional. This started slowly, almost without me realizing it right after Tim died. And took a long time to go away.
This week, that pain is back with a vengeance. I suspect it started due to my dad being admitted to the ICU on Sunday. Even just that word – ICU… all the memories it brings back. I can’t seem to quite get the pain in check yet. And I realize I probably just have to manage it the best I can through the coming weeks/months.
I write this not for an answer, a fix, or even for any sympathy. But simply as someone who might have previously been a skeptic to put down in writing: I am here to tell you its real. It’s definitely a thing. The physical pain that can be manifested in the aftermath of trauma is absolutely a thing. My body is remembering this time last year… the horror to follow, and is bracing me to lose Tim again.
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