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An adolescent psychiatric RN shares “Heavy Damage,” a poem about managing grief after losing a loved one to suicide.
COMMENTARY
My poem was inspired by the grief I am experiencing after the loss of my youngest son to suicide. Grief is common to all, but I never knew that grief existed on such a scale as this. Only after 2 years am I able to begin addressing it. I am grateful and honored to be in the care of my psychiatrist, Melanie Conway, MD, who is helping me navigate this devastation. Cruelly enough, I was a psychiatric RN working in an acute care psychiatric hospital for adolescents when this tragedy occurred.
The sculpture, “Melancholy” by Albert Gyorgy, was a great inspiration to me, as well. I did not know of its existence until someone asked me how I was feeling shortly after losing my son. My answer was: “like there’s a 14-inch hole through the middle of me.” When I saw this sculpture for the first time, I was speechless.
I used the phrase, “God sees around the bend,” with my sons as they were growing up, hoping that the knowledge of this would be of comfort to them as it is to me. It was a pleasant happening that my poem ended with this phrase.
I am an adolescent psychiatric RN who is currently in school to obtain my master’s degree in psychiatric/mental health nursing. With this education and accreditation, I will continue to work with adolescents in psychiatric crisis in my own practice. I have used and will continue to use Psychiatric TimesTM as a resource in my profession, as I have gained many insights from it in my personal and professional life.
“Heavy Damage”
I’m scared to take the pressure off
this mortal wound I bear
I work and live one-handed now
Because my other one stays there
Really, I’m not working—nor living
but only growing older
With my other hand and arm
I’m carrying grief’s boulder
The world spun on without slowing that day
They should have noticed at least
Like a merry-go-round I tried slowing it down
and was violently dragged to my knees
I’m rooted to a spot
my worst nightmares never wandered
I feel a chill and looking down
I find in panicked horror
My body bare I was standing helpless
And naked to all passing by
Vulnerable now to accompany my pain
And both of my hands occupied
I tenderly lowered my greatest sorrow
For the task I would next carry out
With no little struggle I covered myself
With the garments all scattered about
While lowered humbly to the earth
I sought another way
To help me better carry on
And chose from the array
An article of sturdy cloth
In which to sling the stone
When given to me
it was said I’d carry it alone
I’d have to find my way ahead
while bearing it with me
With just one arm I took it up
and held it tenderly
Bearing well my stone of grief
means everything to me
It represents one I adore
who chose eternity
Having put on enough to cover my skin
from the cold and from the heat
I now lifted the edge of my hand from my heart
to see if it would still bleed
My hand was covered in blood
and my heart was broken and sore
But I noticed a scar beginning to form
that I had not noticed before
So focused on taking another breath
and waking up each day
I couldn’t see beauty anywhere
and I almost forgot how to pray
With no little determination
I struggled up from my knees
I noticed how strong I had become
since the Day that Shattered Me
I know I am forever changed
by the weight I feel in my soul
I’ll always wish I hadn’t been chosen
to play this particular role
But if under the same circumstances
I could elect another to bear
This Greatest Sorrow in my place
I would refuse to share
So lucky I am to have had what I did
So sorry I haven’t it now
The most beautiful of memories
With sadness too, somehow
Are extracted and steeped into an elixir
compounded by Life just for me
No option given to take or refuse
No warning did I receive
I could not avoid this tragedy
nor rewrite the bitter end
I can only live to show the world
God sees around the bend.
Ms Kulik is an adolescent psychiatric RN who is currently pursuing a master’s degree in psychiatric/mental health nursing.