A litte more detail about what happened - mostly because I just need to get it out..
It was canceled for basically the last month except for once, and I was too sick due to a super bad cold. We used to meet weekly.
It was amazing because it was a handful of people just trying to be real sort their lives out and support each other.
And then, the guy who lead it, a trained therapist - and a good one - canceled two weeks of it - and it ended up being a month since I had gone. And he said tonight's discussion was important, be sure to come.
And I dreaded going tonight. I feared it would be about the group ending. I thought I was just having that old abandonment fear come up.
But then he said it. It's over.
I cried. I was the only one that could not hold back the endless tears. Tow others cied for a moment, but the tears just kept comming for me.
We talked about it. Those who led it, just felt like family and life stuff was coming up for them and they needed to step down to take care of that - and no one else was sure how to keep going without them. There are about 10 people total in the group (leaders included).
It was really healthy how they did talk about it - except for how aburpt it was. Several people said to them that it was hard it was so abrupt and they responded very gently and reassuingly and seeking ways to be able to end the group formally, but also still stay connected and meet up every now and then.
People said we can be friends still and connect up still...
but I have no trust in that. None. Zero. And I said I didn't. I told them I think that is a lot of my past that is roaring to the front for me, and I know it, but I can't detach from it entirely right now and trust them when they say that. I asked them if they could give me time... I got the feedback of yeah, that's ok.
And most of the time, I just cried. When the tears broke through, I stopped mid sentence and left. To breathe. I came back in and said "I'm sorry, but I am going to cry, and I am not going to run from that. That's just how it is. I accept the decision, I;m trying to understand and hear... and it's very hard for me right now. This hurts. This is sad. So I'm going to cry. If that bothers you, well, I don't know what to do. Because if I stay, I'm not going tobe able to hold back the tears."
Everyone said it was very ok. One person said they felt honored by my tears. It meant it was important, that they were important to me.
Of course that made me cry more. I managed to slowly speak the words, "yeah, you are." Another female group memeber hugged me as I cried in that moment.
Everyone got to talk and share about how they felt about ending, about the news, got to proces sit and ask wuestions of the leader and of each other (as we often have done in hte group) and got to share about things they loved and things they struggled with and what they wanted for the future.
That was really beautiful - as much as I could listen and really hear.
I couldn't say much myself. I felt so much but the only emotion I could really feel was hurt. So deep.
I said a few things to process it a bit. I stated some fears about the relationships ending and I listened to the feedback... which was no, it doesn't mean we can't be friends. (and since this is something encouraged all along amoung fellow group members this was very fitting)
...but I told them, I couldn't really hear it right now. Not really. "I am hurting so much and have so much junk and garbage around things ending abruptly that I don't trust me that I can hear you right now." They said I could email later or call and talk with anyone in the group or the leaders later on.
They said we could meet one more time. I asked, "can it be a party?"
I remembered AG's ending. This is so different in a million ways... It was a group, not a therapy group exactly but like a support group and friendship group - hard to explain exactly without taking too much time. It ws run my a therpist but we met even when he could not come. We sorta ran ourselves in some ways - almost AA style (of self running - but that's where the simillarities end.) It just hurt bad.
There was no negative thing that happened that caused the ending. I was assured of that. It was just time to move on. Move on to what? no one knows.
I just cried. One of the others in the group gave me a side hug and held me as I cried. He and I have not had the easiest relationship... and it was kinda really healing how he just held me.
I hurt so bad. I was scared. I told them. They were ok with me being scared... that was terribly reassuring. I just somehow knew they could not convince me out of my fears right now.
And throughout it, I hurt so bad... and at the end, I wanted a party. I suggested it - and everyone said that was a great idea.
So we are meeting once again, for a party. To celebrate what was good. It feels almost like a funeral - only no one died - and like much more hopeful and ok to celebrate the good that happened in our group and time together for the past 1.5 years. That will be good for me.
The loss, it is immense.