Own Your Power and Make the Choice
Own Your Power and Make the Choice

“You are powerful, even in the aftermath of your loss. It simply comes down to choice.” This week’s blog was contributed by my brother, Dr. Rabbi Baruch HaLevi, who has guided thousands of people through grief and mourning. Baruch focuses on power and choice to arrive on the other side of grief. 

To be alive today means that we are living during the wealthiest, most educated, accomplished, secure and powerful era in human history. Of course we face tremendous challenges, both collectively and personally. However, we have so many opportunities, so much possibility, so many resources to face and surmount these obstacles.

You want an education – go out and get one.

You want to start a business – get up and do it.

You want to pursue your passion – get going and follow it.

That, my friends, is the definition of power and we are powerful beyond the previous generations’ wildest dreams.

Still, having guided thousands of people through all of life’s ups and downs, peaks and valleys, there is one area where we are far from powerful, and I’d argue we have actually regressed. When it comes to facing our mortality in general, and grieving the loss of a loved one in particular, we tend not to feel powerful at all. The men and women whom I guide—people who are wildly powerful in every other area of their life—feel utterly powerless when confronting loss. And it isn’t their fault. It’s what they were taught. It’s what those who came before them demonstrated and what we, as a society, have come to believe. We have come to accept that we are simply passive participants in the grieving process. We are taught that, at best, we can wait out the pain. Perhaps we can numb it, hopefully we will endure it, but the most we can hope for is to survive it. And that is the definition of powerlessness.

But, my friends, that is not the only option for us in the aftermath of our loss. Time and again I have seen people reclaim their power as they pro-actively and purposefully face their grief, enter their darkness, and arrive on the other side having grown from it. They’ve opened their heart through it, and discovered beauty and blessings within it’s depths. And it simply comes down to a choice. Or, in the words of Holocaust survivor and best selling author, Dr. Viktor Frankl:  

“We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.”

The Choice

Yes, your loss is tragic.

Yes, your heart is shattered into a million pieces after your loved one has died.

Yes, your natural reaction will understandably be to run from the darkness, hide from the pain and, in a myriad of ways, avoid having to confront your grief, hoping to, at best, simply survive.

I am here to tell you there is another way—a more powerful way—to approach death’s darkness. There is a way to move beyond merely surviving, and to instead find meaning and purpose and to feel powerful once again. And it comes down to choice:

Will you choose to make your stand and confront your tragedy?

Will you choose to enter your grief and learn from it and grow from it?

Will you choose to discover sparks of possibility, potential, beauty, and even blessings, not in spite of the darkness, but because of it?

Will you choose to be powerful and not only survive, but thrive, as you fully and finally return to living your life?

Make these choices for yourself, for your loved one, and for the living. And make these choices for all of those who will follow in your footsteps.

You are powerful, even in the aftermath of your loss. It simply comes down to choice. Own your power and make that choice.

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Discussion

  1. I had ‘complex grief disorder’, which I realize is not uncommon. The horrors of concentration camps and stories are unspeakable. To the people that made it out of the atrocities – you are not survivors….you are heroes. To this day, I am unable to understand how humankind can be so vile. But, we move on. To compare my losses are almost embarrassing with the tragedies of the Holocaust. However, I lost my husband and daughter. I shut down. I ‘quit’ being human. I didn’t care. I wrote many suicide letters and planned my demise. I was pissed!!!!! Mad at the world!! One tries to be a good person, a good mother, a good wife and BAM, it’s just taken away. My identity was GONE. I do not know what kept me here. I never will. Four years of hell. And I’m climbing out. I’m letting it all go now which is a feat that is very difficult to do. People used to say, “just let it go”. Uh huh…easy for them to say. I remain here for a reason. Still exploring this reason, I am becoming more interested in life once again. I’m finding out ‘who’ I am as an individual. To those of you struggling…….it’s hell, I know. I don’t know your beliefs, but you will make it.
    Best Regards!!

    Brenda on
  2. After my husbands suicide I really don’t know how or what kept me moving but I did, it was 4 days before our sons 1st birthday and i had to hury to bury him before that day. And after the birthday went back to work. I humbly worked and became on a quest for truth, my part in life and what happened. Your sister Rebecca was in town and some friends got me a ticket and there in the last 5 mins my husband came through. It opened a spark. I felt something. Because no one could speak to me about his death his family after sharing 20yrs with him treats me like a stranger and I guess that is what haunts me. They want to see my son which I let them. But we don’t say more than what two strangers on the street speak. How do I allow myself to be me and not care what they think so much? I want to live and be a great mom and my son deserves to be the most amazing light in this world. He is beyond this world and it is such an honor being his mom

    jeannie on
  3. I m climbing ,17 months into this grieving I can feel myself cimbing ,be it ever so slowly and and some days skidding back downward but I always keep my eyes looking up!
    This is inspiring and encouraging ,I look forward to reading the rest ,Thank You so
    Blessings and hugs

    Kathy kruk on

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