Restorative Experience : The Loss Of A Loved One

    At 5:58 am my alarm went off like every teenager i hit the amazing snooze button. Wow i love that button. As the next nine minutes went by i just layed in bed thinking that it's friday and that the day is going to be great,but it's not.  As i get up to get things taken care of i started not feeling good. By 6:40 am i was walking to my bus stop. As i was walking on my dark road i notice that the bushes are moving and that there is a noise from an animal. I was thinking that it's just my imagination but it wasn't sadly. I can't go back home because i can't get a ride to school because my parent wasn't able to so i had to walk by this moving bush that's making noises (scary noises). As i pasted this bush i was thinking that it's

My work day began the night before my shift started, as I received an email from my supervisor and was pleased to see my favorite patients on my list. Anna was scheduled first on my itinerary. She had become a quadriplegic after a serious fall down a flight of steps. Next was Mr. William, who was dying of a brain tumor. This man had the best attitude towards life, and always kept me laughing. My last patient of the day was Mrs. Patsy. She was very dear to my heart, and I had grown very close to the family, because I had been seeing her for over six months. Every time I walked into Mrs. Patsy house, she wanted an update and recent pictures of my children. It is unusual to have everyone agree on the scheduled time, but this warm summer evening was the exception. Tomorrow’s schedule was looking great and I was ready to get some rest.

Grief and loss are some of the most defining characteristics of the human experience. Therefore, dealing with grief and loss is one of the most important things humans must learn. While there are many approaches, Jennifer Kent uses her film The Babadook to suggest that suppression is not a healthy way to deal with grief. By thoughtfully planning the mise-en-scene, soundtrack, and narrative storytelling, Kent teaches viewers that suppression causes the inner monster to come out in all of us, just as it did to Amelia in The Babadook.

You are cordially invited to a Trauma and Grief Support Group. This education and support group will provide materials and discussions on a variety of topics to assist individuals in their grieving process.

I have learned a lot in the Intro to Abuse course, including how I respond to traumatic events; how abuse affects attachment and how my caregivers affected my self-esteem; my resiliency as well as the skills, traits and professionalism necessary to work effectively with abused children. I will use this knowledge to develop a better understanding of myself and to become a better Child and Youth Care practitioner.

Losing a loved one can be a traumatic situation in anyone’s life. The bereavement process can take a tremendous toll on a person. There is no gender, age, sex, color or religion specifics that dictate the length of grievance, it all depends on the individual. The loss of loved one brings grim magnitudes for the bodily and the emotional state of a person and can sometimes be so extreme that it can alter the health of a human being. Grief counseling eases the bereavement process by providing patients countless methods that will assist in dealing with the pain throughout their life. In multiculturalism people deal with the loss of a love one in many forms, what may seem barbaric for one culture is normal in another and what a counselor may suggest

Driving to Long Beach with my family, I watched the trees and cars zoom past. Suddenly, as my heart began to pound throughout my whole body, I felt my chest and throat tighten and my muscles stiffen. My brain shut out my surroundings and focused on the panic setting in. Sweat dripped down my palms as I gripped the car handle so tightly my knuckles turned white. Disorientation followed and I was consumed by fear, transported to an empty, helpless space. I had passed the thin line that separated composure and panic. By the time we got to the apartment, I was relieved to have a change of surroundings as I stumbled out of the car. I was shaking when I got out and rushed inside the apartment to calm myself down.This was one of many more panic attacks

Perched on a stool in the corner, I started to feel woozy as I mentally calculated all the dental work Dr. Linder described necessary to get Savannah eating and smiling. I prayed I wouldn’t get sick in her chic downtown office where French rock music played and the walls were scribbled with names like Joshua and Annabel.

Grief is a sense of loss which is a natural emotion. If one does, not grieve properly it can lead to emotional and physical problems. To avoid this from happening allow time to grieve, feel the pain and sorrow and let it out. This is natural, this is also healthy. There are five steps of the grieving process: anger, bargaining, depression, and resolution (Manning, Curtis, McMillin, & Attenweiler, 2011).

Today was another long day of visiting patients. Recently the work load has gotten heavier, so now I have to stay for longer hours. I was currently scribbling down a report about the last patient I met up with, a woman who had a nervous condition. After inking down my final sentences through ball point pen, I lifted the square sheet and inspected the writing more closely. My eyes roll along the words, but my thoughts wandered off to Jane. Soon I'll have to go home and see to my own patient's condition.

The impact on the body is very intense. Everyone copes with stress and grief in different ways. Grief defines as sadness and anger, but grief itself--is sometimes more than just its definition. When times come when grief is more than just its definition--it can leave employees with illnesses. The illnesses that come from stress are from what the body makes...called “cortisol.” Feelings of grief can change the way the brain works, especially how the brain manages mood and memory.

I feel as if it has been days but I know it has only been a few minutes. At moments like this I like to daydream. I've been doing a lot of that lately. My mom says daydreaming is just a way to distract you from reality or “the real world.” My thoughts were rudely interrupted by the yelling of what appeared to be a masculine voice. I didn't know what they were screaming but I knew that it couldn't be something good. Moments later I felt a rough jerk causing me to fly forward. I couldn't keep track of what was going on because everything was happening so fast. I felt a sharp pain in my head. My vision began to get dark. Darker and darker.. Soon it was all black and my body was numb.

Given the emotional bond most of us share with our animals, it’s only natural to feel devastated and filled with grief along with sadness after losing them. When a person you love passes away, for instance, it’s common for family and friends to console you and provide comfort. Unfortunately, although the emotional aspect is generally understood, society often forgets how tremendously complex grief and loss can be. Believe it or not, some people still don’t understand how central animals can be in people’s lives, and a few may not get why you’re grieving over “just a pet.”

I was drifting through life and I was scared to stop for fear that if I did my life would. On June 8th I received my report card and it was bad then my dad called me screaming and called me stupid; and at the moment I did feel what he said. I went home crying and messed up my room I tore the pictures of my wall I threw my cover off the bed and just sat in it. Usually when I feel I am about to have a panic attack I watch youtube videos on my tv and I stumbled across a

The cool, brisk wind blew against the two story, brick walled office and, the smell of Fall, containing the smell of orange, ripe pumpkin, surrounded the air. Dry, Fall colored leaves from the two hazel birch trees, rooted in the front lawn, funneled down to the lower, empty parking lot of the property; the work week ended. Surprisingly, the cloudy, gloomy Saturday afternoon contained many fun activities for my Dad, Annie, and I.1 Annie, my blonde, blue eyed, older sister and I would hop into our Dad’s black Infiniti. My tall, brown haired Dad would drive us to his lab. His dental office, Ordont, housed the activities of creating dental appliances, ranging from invisible retainers to braces and resided off Smizer Station road in Fenton, Missouri. When we reached the parking lot, Annie and I would leap out of the car and skip down the cracked cement path to the wooden, chestnut door, waiting for our Dad to unlock the entrance. When we reached the door, Annie and I were greeted by the soft purr of Jinxy, sitting on the welcome mat. Jinxy was a calm black cat with white fur paws and