I found this on Pinterest the other day and realized that it pretty much sums up how I have been through my grieving. This “Fog of Grief” came over me and made me not be able to function or think clearly. As this excerpt states, I was/still am “going through the motions, having a robotic existence, functioning at 50 percent, on a 10-second time delay, etc.” For example, I have done things like forget my car was running, forget to sign my checks for bills (only to get them sent back to me asking for a signature), forget to pay bills, forget steps in the cooking process (only to then give up cooking entirely and function on TV dinners), etc.
I thought about this “Fog of Grief” and made the association with something from The Hunger Games: Catching Fire. You know the scene where the fog comes over Katness and her buddies? AKA this scene:
The poisonous fog reminds me of the “Fog of Grief.” It just overtakes you and overpowers you. It almost to a sense suffocates you. Unlike in this movie, we can’t bathe in water and make the wounds caused by the fog go away. Nope. We have to live with what the fog has caused us to become.
The “Fog of Grief” is definitely not a pleasurable thing and is something that is inevitable. We can’t run from it and we can’t avoid it. At some point in our lives, we will have the “fog” overtake us. The wounds caused by that fog may heal through coping skills, but the bumps, scars, and scratches caused by it will forever remain on us and as a part of the story of who we are/what our identity is.