There’s a whole thread about how flat many of us feel post-N. There are also a number who have spoken openly about going through a phase of deep depression and isolation in their grief. (I did most of my grieving publicly on the shoulders of friends but that is because I knew, at least for me, if I didnt make it public, if I didnt lean on friends for support, I was likely to end up driving off the Skyway bridge).
I think all those feelings are normal. I also think working hard to deny them is only asking to have them leak out , or take over, in ways that are even more difficult to control.
I cant recommend therapy enough. If your daughter cant find the tolerance or desire to be with other people than those she loves and knows she can trust (Her parents), then at least once a week or so she can vent her pain and fears, and get support from someone outside of the family she can trust. That depends largely on picking someone wisely and who suits her.
What also worked for me (maybe we could all list what worked for us) was writing about my process and feelings, nightmares and murderous fantasies. Putting them outside of me helped neutralize a lot of their intensity. I also got creative, drawing, painting, doing photography, and a few times, sculpting my exN as a monster out of clay and smashing his head with a hammer, then sculpting him again, smashing him again. It didnt make the hatred go away, but again it took some measure out of the intensity of those feelings.
Over the last few months, I’ve allowed physical activity be my refuge. Working out to some degree, but yoga more so is the small mental room I have with big huge padlocks…almost like a vault. When I pray at the beginning, I mentally imagine closing the door on the vault, and all the locks clunking shut, because the half hour I am doing that is mine, I support the negativity to stay outside and wait patiently until I’m done…so I have that half hour thats clean, pristine, pure and all mine.
I know for me, I needed a LOT of time and space to emote…hell I’m still emoting, but a lot less in terms of time, and space and intensity, but then I was always clear, that things would get less intense over time.
Its hard to choose fun and socializing when one is “treading water” in an ocean of pain. And frankly friends and family are invaluable supports, but even they can only shoulder the burden for short periods of time.
Your daughter is possibly “treading water” 24/7. Its a tough tough job to keep your head above water, especially for the benefit and health of her children, but its a task we all share in common I think.
I wish there was a magical ingredient you could put in her scrambled eggs and she’d be fine by lunchtime (sigh)…but its a long process finding our way back to normal.
I wish her a lot of good “luck”.