Hi friends. I’m glad to be back in this space. I hope you enjoyed reading Meridith’s life update last week. While we all have our own struggles, my year has been particularly difficult. This is your warning that I’m going to talk a lot about death and grief, so if you’re not in the place to read about that, I totally understand if you bail now. I’ve bailed on a lot over the past 365+ days. But, bailing out means keeping your boat floating, and, with lots of help, I’ve managed to do that too.
“To be careful with people and with words was a rare and beautiful thing.” –Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe
I want to write about this, in the imperfect way I am able, because I know it will help someone else to read it. Maybe you? We know that graduate school is uniquely difficult on folks’ mental health. I want you to know you’re not alone. If this isn’t you, but it is someone you know, I suggest you start thinking about the support you can offer. This twitter thread is a great place to start.
I want to want to write about my brother specifically, but I can’t do that yet. The short version is this. Last summer my older brother, Jake, was in a car accident on the way home from work. By midnight on the day of the accident I was flying home to Kentucky. After nine days in a coma, my brother died.
I want to write this to talk about my own experience over the last year as someone grieving as a graduate student. I want to talk about the things that helped me and the ways that this type of pain gets mixed up in the head of one anxious, highly driven person. I don’t intend this to be prescriptive. I know everyone’s grief and grieving processes are unique, and you don’t have to be grieving a death to have some of these things resonate with you. I formatted this as a list of dos and don’ts, but there are no dos and don’ts. There is no way to do this wrong.
I thought, in the hours we spent planning the funeral, that when this was all over I would want to write everyday. But, as the weeks passed, I felt my grief like cotton stuck in my throat. I want to write about this because I think it will help me too.
Guide to Graduate School Grief (to be taken as loving insight with the full knowledge that only you know what is best for you)
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