Learning to Live With Grief

by | Feb 21, 2022 | Grief, Happiness, Personal Growth | 0 comments

It’s been two months since Luna died. I’ve experienced grief before, but nothing quite like this. I’m not only grieving the loss of my best friend, but also the loss of a future we were meant to have together. I’m grieving the loss of the person I once was because I’m no longer the same without her.

When it all first happened on Christmas Day, I shut down. Nothing mattered to me. I coped with vices to numb what I was feeling. I stopped talking to everyone and completely removed myself from the world I’d begun to create.

For the last year, I was trying to change my life for the better, and instead, I found myself walking aimlessly around the neighborhood trying to catch a glimpse of her walking beside me. A brief moment to feel her tail brush against my calf.

Yes, Luna was my dog. And for a while, I believed my pain didn’t matter as much because she had four legs rather than two. But she was more than a dog. She was the one who saved my life when I attempted to take my own. She was my only means of consistency in my unstable life of depression, eating disorders, and bipolar. Luna was my other half. You’d rarely find me without her.

Grief Isn’t Comparable

But pain isn’t comparable. Not one type of grief is easier or harder than another. There isn’t a grief hierarchy like some pissing contest of who has it worse. Grief, from what I’m learning, is a common bond we have as humans. We experience loss in so many different ways. Death, divorce, pandemics, jobs, friendships. The greatest loss is the loss of ourselves.

I’ve spent too much time throughout my life making decisions that were based around other people, and never for myself. After Luna died, I no longer cared what others expected of me. I no longer wanted to appease the needs of others because I was too exhausted trying to pick up the pieces of my damn life.

A Year of Loss

This last year has been difficult, to say the least. First, there was the big move from Denver, Colorado to Tampa, Florida to be closer to my mother. I wanted to be there for her just as much as she wanted to be there for me. I helped as much as I could by being a caregiver and a support system. Together we moved him into a memory care facility and she carries the weight of loss as much as I do.

This year, I’ve been diagnosed with bipolar disorder. I’ve lost my best friend. This year, I’ve struggled to find a place to put my feet on the ground when all I wanted was stability.

This last year of loss, I’ve also gained a lot, too. My broken heart just couldn’t see it. I met the love of my life who hasn’t been there for me, but rather WITH me in all of the hurt. Together, we adopted a puppy named Miles who was one of three who survived being thrown out of a car. Miles knows what it means to come from a place of brokenness, just like we did. The three of us needed each other in a way we didn’t know we would a year ago.

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Learning To Live With Grief

Now that Luna is gone, I’ve learned there is a point where you begin to live within the grief, rather than try to overcome it. Grief doesn’t go away.

It’s like a river.

Water is life, constantly flowing. Grief is one molecule that continues to run through life. It doesn’t go away. It changes. My grief becomes rain, bringing new life. It goes back into the river, still flowing, still moving.

But it never goes away. Only changing.

Jason and I aren’t starting over, we’re simply writing a new story. One where we are a family of four, one of whom watches over the pack to make sure we walk in line together as one. In the next few weeks, we’ll be moving to our new home in the mountains. Together, we are supporting one another as we work to find ourselves again.

I will put my feet back on the ground. I refuse to let life pass me by because I’m too overcome by grief. Luna wouldn’t want that for me. She’d want me to be wild. She’d want me to learn to love myself again and to love as hard as I possibly can. Luna would want me to stick my wet nose out the window and feel her in the wind.

Luna would want me to live.


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Hey, I’m Lauren Dow. Author, podcast host, advocate, and feeler of the big feels. I’m here to provide a safe space to normalize the conversation about mental health and share about my journey of healing. Thanks for joining me on this wild ride.


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