Sunday 28 September 2014

Cognitive dissonance and Stoicism

I have been focusing on two thoughts in relation to a new phase that started after an extremely difficult time recently because it should have been Ruby's 13th birthday.

The term cognitive dissonance is primarily used in psychological theory to explain the inner turmoil we feel when we trust two opposing beliefs. This could be why we smoke cigarettes irrespective of the known dangers or drink alcohol having previously experienced a hangover. I have begun to feel a type of cognitive dissonance in relation to my grief. I don't want it, I didn't ask for it but there is an attachment to it that enables me to continue to be connected to the time when Ruby was alive. More than simply remembering a time when she was here I am still in the same chronological phase, as long as I am grieving. I know grief is bad but I also feel as if I need it- it keeps me linked to Ruby in a way I am fearful to disconnect from.  

I have been thinking more closely about Stoicism. This noble school of philosophy survived from around 300 BCE until the dark days of state-forced Christian religion at around 200 CE. It was thereafter driven away from mainstream acceptance until the Enlightenment of the 18th century. 
Its main protagonists were two fascinating characters, Marcus Aurelius and Seneca. Aurelius was a Roman general who spent much of his military life on the sparse fringes of the Roman Empire defending it from extremely tough hordes of Germanic maniacs and wrote his ideas from his lonely tent, physically exhausted but emotionally charged. Seneca was a teacher and advisor to Nero, an emperor famous for murdering his mother and step-brother and known for his brutal sadism to children, Christians and to local townsfolk because he was rumoured to walk the streets at night, randomly stabbing passers-by to death. By any standards Seneca's most famous student was a psychopathic megalomaniac. 
Stoicism's doctrine can be summed up by two lines of inquiry- indifference and self-control. Indifference, in this strict sense, means being emotionally unaffected and neutral by things beyond our control such as death, ageing or bad weather. Self-control is what we are to gain over those things within reach- our desires, our emotions, our fears. Stoics believed an ideal mental state would be one where there is harmony between these two ideas. 
By committing myself to a relationship I have invited the possibility, in all likelihood the probability, of loss. Loss is a natural occurance in human relationships, an involuable element of the human community and is likely to be beyond my control. To the Stoics death and loss cannot be controlled and one should remain indifferent to it- trees can only survive if leaves die in Autumn and provide the sustainance for continued growth- death is necessary for much of life and constitutes half it's natural cycle. In addition, the emotions experienced in relation to this loss are my emotions and I will therefore learn to have mastery over them and eventual control. It is this harmony over death and loss using ideas of neutrality and self-discipline that provide an ideal state, they believed, of courage, dignity and living a "good life". 
There is much to be offered by the focus on self-improvement through frugality and learning by Epicureanism or the hippyish dropping-out of Cynicism but Stoicism provides a beautifully simple approach to life. Is it very tough to achieve and involves a great deal of practise and reflection and so its simplicity belies the hard work involved. But, as with any great endeavour, there are few rewards greater than those earned from conscientious instigation. 

Tuesday 16 September 2014

Poem

In Response to Camus

For others
For Claire
For Tom
For her
For the good to be done
For the repairs needed
For fun
For sensations
For her
But for her
For the smelliest cheese
For the strongest coffee
For the food I can't make
For her
For the homeless
For the sick
For the worse off
For the remote
For her
But for her
For money raised
For hearts repaired
For heartbeats raised
For the love I share
For her
For her
For her
To make my island a warmer place
To finish behind first in the human race
To be responsible for a smiling face
But for her.
I am not irreplaceable
And some things are irreparable
And some things are unknowable
Until I see her.

I once met a man who was put in line
With sixteen others and shot one at a time.
He is now not known
By anyone who knew him
But he wants life.
Against all odds I might see her sooner
If I don't wait until I'm old.

Monday 15 September 2014

The New Ten Commandments by A. C. Grayling

1) Do no harm to others
2) Help those in need
3) Love well
4) Seek the good in things
5) Think for yourself
6) Be well informed
7) Take responsibility for yourself
8) Give your best
9) Respect the natural world
10) Be courageous

Saturday 13 September 2014

Ruby's 13th Birthday- fundraising, closure and assimilation of grief. And chocolate cake.

Today is Ruby's 13th birthday. She probably would have wanted crepes for breakfast, Lord of the Rings on TV all day and pizza, garlic bread and cheesecake for dinner. And mountains of chocolate cake.

Claire and I arraigned a sponsored 20 mile walk in aid of the Children's Heartbeat Trust charity here in Belfast- we helped raise £8,500 for them last year and they have been very supportive to us since Ruby died- but Claire injured her ankle jogging a month ago and it is still pretty sore so we cycled it instead.
The mild guilt I was feeling because of my perceived lack of hard work involved in the endeavour ("Twenty mile bike ride? That's barely a warm-up") was quickly put aside when we realised that the first four miles of the path was an unrideable mash-up of boulders, steps, sand and rock-face. Within 300 metres we were lost and as I was muttering something about preparation a dog walker and a local resident offered their assistance and put us on the right path. Well, "the right path" if you are wearing hiking boots and spend most of your life on a mountain side for fun. We stumbled on, lugging the bikes up and down steps, sliding around gravelled ruts but eventually the path straightened and even though it was unfamiliar we knew where we needed to get to and put our trust in the relentless road under our wheels- we made the road our friend.
We had placed a star-shaped helium balloon at our starting point-Ruby's bench at Crawfordsburn Country Park- and another one at our destination, Ruby's tree at Loughshore Playpark at Jordanstown. So far we have raised £1400 and there is a month left to collect more.

Immediate and obvious similarities made themselves known to me regarding our cycle journey today and the journey of grief I have undergone in the last sixteen months- I started on an unknown road which was filled with risks and unfamiliar territory, where there were boulders and shifting sands, and even strangers were offering their assistance. I never stopped, I moved forward, forward, forward and persevered with a path often perceived as unegotiable. I slowed, sped up, I occasionally lurched, I bridged, I rounded and eventually the road straightened a little, smoothed a little, I coasted more often, drove less.
There will be no end to the road,  no "closure", and I will always have an excess weight to shoulder. I don't think the weight will get heavier but that I will grow stronger to carry it. I don't believe in closure- I don't think I have ever truly seen it during my time working in mental health or otherwise- but instead have seen an incorporation of emotive experiences related to mourning into someone's personality. My grief is being absorbed into my character, my daily routine, into everything I am, like an osmotic sadness becoming a homogenisation of me-ness. Time and psychic work has encouraged the assimilation that is necessary and natural for life-long coping. Grief, like all experiences in life, influences who I am to become and is just another human condition that makes me me, for better or worse. There is no end to the road, there is no closure and I wouldn't want it if offered. But I get stronger, I consider and reflect more, I learn from my experiences and try to develop skills to use in my interactions with others and I keep moving forward. The key is navigation.


Friday 5 September 2014

Ruby's Ashes

We buried some of Ruby's ashes. It is a grotesquely unnatural and unenviably rare position to be forced to know. It makes no sense and I wish it on no-one.

As an atheist I know there is equal possibility in Ruby being in a heaven as there is in her being in Tolkein's Middle Earth. So why not wish for, and imagine, her being in Middle Earth? Sometimes I wish to be wrong about the end of life when we die. Sometimes I imagine Ruby hurtling across the land of Rohan in Middle Earth, psychically linked to her horse, pushing her on to her destination, bow and quiver on her back, head down, hair flowing straight and fast behind her, a wide toothy grin proving she is exactly where she wants to be, focused but completely free, with limitless imaginative potential.

Thursday 4 September 2014

Those who are near me do not know that you are nearer to me than they are

Those who are near me do not know that you are nearer to me than they are,
Those who speak to me do not know that my heart is full with your unspoken words,
Those who crowd in my path do not know that I am walking alone with you,
They who love me do not know that their love brings you to my heart.

-by Rabindranath Tagore

Wednesday 3 September 2014

What to say, what not to say

1) Often there isn't the right thing to say but there is often the wrong thing- think before you speak.
2) Being quiet together is OK.
3) Not knowing what to say is OK.
4) No fatalism, no religion, no "it was her time to go" nonsense.
5) Ask me. If I don't want to say, I won't.
6) Only I can say "It's what she would have wanted".
7) Don't say "she is in a better place". She isn't, she is not in my arms, the best place for her (see no.4, above)
8) Although her death affects you, it is mainly my grief. I have ownership. I have weight of comment.
9) I will try to be honest but will not always be open. I don't want to share my true face with someone whose primary talent is supposition.
10) Don't ever whine about your children. Ever.
11) Saying you will always "be there" is very nice but a homemade dinner I can just throw in the oven is nicer and more pragmatic.
12) Feel free to be open about how you feel (with the exception of no.4, above). Saying you are sad will not make me worse.