Existential
realities are like primal states of being. They are core to who we
are and how we act. To understand our existence is to have insight
about the emotions we experience and of course, our mental state.
Loss is one of these primal states, and its marks on our personal
narratives are ubiquitous and often significant. There are the times
in which we shiver in response to its lingering touch. From the
moment of the neonate's cry for warmth of its mother's womb until the
flashes of a life lived and lost in the instant before death. Loss is
a statement of our own mortality in which the limits of our lives
demand that choices not taken, words not spoken, and opportunities
for actions ignored. Loss is the rhetoric that we are constantly in a
state of dying. Perhaps the only certainties that I know is that I
began and that I will end. In between is a life of action, feeling
and thoughts, that are almost always a reaction to the possibility of
loss and the impossibility of omniscience and certainty about our
world.
Normally,
the word loss is associated with death, bereavement, and mourning.
But in a sense these three experiences are also relevant to a wider
notion of loss: that something or someone undergoes extinction. That
an object literally dies and becomes unavailable. It is this
unavailability that represents the key definition of loss for me. For
neonate, it is the unavailability of the womb and intimate
connectedness within another human body. Death is obviously the
unavailability of life, and for those who survive one who dies, the
unavailability of that relationship.
Bereavement
is the experience of loss that Kubler-Ross describes as five step
process: Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance.
Getting through the bereavement process depends somewhat our
relationship to what is lost and how it was lost. The more distant a
relationship, the easier to accept its loss. When the relationship is
more intense and the loss perhaps unexpected, then we are more
likely to challenge and deny reality of its absence and feel anger at
our powerlessness to change the situation.
This
process of bereavement is not just about a response to a loved one
who has died – but to all objects loved and lost. It applies to
divorce and a break up of relationships. Parents experience it when
their children are growing up, becoming independent and finally
leaving home. The process is even felt when we mourn the choice not
taken – especially when the choice that has been made did not turn
out as we expected.
The
very ubiquitous nature of loss means that it lies ever present in out
existential realities. I have seen my two year-old daughter go
through this very process of bereavement when it is time to go to bed
and her toys become unavailable to her.
How to
survive such experiences great and small? How will my daughter
survive the loss of her toys? To my daughter I offer empathy and a
naming of her sad feelings. I offer hope that she will play with her
toys again. I distract her from her loss through giving her bottle of
milk and reading her a bedtime story. I offer her an understanding
that saying “goodbye” is hard.
Is
that all, you might ask? Except it is not so easy as you might think.
Freud wrote an essay once called “Mourning and Melancholia” in
which he explored the notion that mourning is a natural stage of
sadness that once passes through at the loss of someone or something
important. Melancholia is when we get stuck and are unable to move
beyond the boundaries of our sadness caused by the loss. This often
happens when there are unresolved feelings, thoughts and questions
about the person or object that has become unavailable. In many
instances the child with unresolved relationship issues with their
parents, who may have escaped far away from the family, may have the
greatest hurdles to jump before passing from melancholia to a
mourning state.
We all
have parts of our lives that are susceptible to the melancholic. Many
people, in the beautiful words of Ernest Becker are in a state of
“denial of death” seeking to live eternally through the creations
of our hands and minds that will survive human mortality. He
conceives of mental illness as being the perception that these
eternal creations are insufficient to repel off our mortality and our
ultimate insignificance in a universe of almost seemingly infinite
objects.
And
this ultimately is what all of us need to come to terms with. Our
insignificance and mortality. If we could live forever, we could
achieve everything and anything. Our mortality is the unavailability
of being able to do this. This is the example that I use. Suppose I
read one book a week for 70 years or so of live – that comes to
3,640 books. That is not so many books. After all one can buy
millions of books from Amazon, and probably 400,000 new books
are published in English every year. How does one choose which book
to read, when there are so many, and yet there is so little time? For
each book I read, I have to survive the paralysis of knowing that
there are literally thousands of books that I will never be able to
read.
I
could be intensely sad about my state of being. That however much I
think how well read I am, the reality is that there is always so
much more to know and understand. That this learning process will
never stop until my dying breath. And sometimes I am sad (and
frustrated) about it. But I also see it as something inspiring. My
mortality tells me that I need to value each moment in my life. Each
moment. Each person. Each book. Each opportunity to grow, love and
live. That is the gift of our mortality and experience of loss.
Ultimately, it gives us meaning each second, minute and hour of our
life.