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Grieving with Dysautonomia

When a loved one dies, it's natural to grieve and grief comes in many forms. It's different for all people.

Two years ago, I lost my mom. Two years ago, last, we buried here. Yesterday was her Yahrtzeit (Jewish anniversary of her death). The hurt is still there. The grief is still there but it gets shoved away so I can resume normal everyday activities.

Until the anniversary comes. Then the grief is like an open wound that won't heal.

When my mom got sick, I was just starting my journey with this disorder. By the time she died, I had no idea what it was but it was consuming my every day life. When she was in the hospital, I would get hit with waves of nausea - like normal. But the day she died, I had a migraine that wouldn't quit, nausea that was so debilitating I still have no idea how I was present that day, and the overall "icky" sick feeling that dysautonomia brings. The grief was there and it was manifesting itself into the WORST symptoms I've ever …