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grief, loss, magnetic poetry, miscarriage, organization, poetry, words
We all handle grief in different ways.
Some people shut it in and try not to think about it. Some dwell in high drama.
Some, like me, try to catch the emotions in words so that we can examine them and then release them like fireflies from a jar.
…And some, like Perfect Husband, alphabetize their mag po.
It did NOT look like this when I went to bed last night.
…Or is that just him?
If By Yes 
I deal with grief by cleaning all the things. Who am I to judge?
I wish I did! Our house is a mess currently.
It *is* rather handy. I deal with anxiety in the same way. When I find myself obsessing over things that I can do exactly nothing about, it’s very soothing to be able to channel my nervous energy into exerting control over my environment. Plus then, I get a clean house.
And suggestions on how I can foster this trait? When I am unhappy I want to disappear into a book or game and any manifestation f reality makes me exhausted.
Not sure. If I’m anxious, I have all this energy that needs somewhere to go. I actually can’t sit still and concentrate on a book, because I’ll just be thinking about what I’m obsessing over, instead of actually reading. So I let my mind do it’s obsessing, while my body is doing something that doesn’t require much concentration. Although, you did say unhappy. Depressed me is a different animal than anxious me, or mourning me. Depressed me absolutely just wants to disappear from the world, and the floor starts looking mighty comfortable…
At those times though, what gets me doing stuff is that I think, “well, I’m going to feel like a bag of crap in any case. I might as well feel like a bag of crap with clean dishes.”
Sending you both more hugs xxx
I’m a sorter, myself. It’s kind of like ironing — focused and mindless at the same time. I work part-time at my local library, and the full-time staff just laughs at me — “She LIKES to shelve books!” Well, guilty as charged. I do like shelving. It really makes me happy.
It might be helpful to find something else for him to “sort” — maybe ask him if the kitchen cupboards look, y’know, *right* to him — and let him just go from there.