Friendship, Hope, Grief and The Shawshank Redemption

I’ve been watching a lot of movies lately on the theme of “The Hero’s Journey” that every person must take in order to grow from being a child into being an adult. I’ve been particularly drawn to movies that talk about masculine empowerment, such as The Shawshank Redemption which is currently rated number one on the IMDB list of the top 250 movies.Obviously the reason why this particular movie is so highly rated is that it strikes a chord deep in the soul of everyone who watches it. I’ve seen it several times before, but this time it’s struck some nerves with me that hadn’t quite been hit before.

Wisdom from The Shawshank Redemption
Wisdom from The Shawshank Redemption

There is a great conversation in the movie on the topic of hope between Red (Morgan Freeman’s character) and Dufresne (played by Tim Robbins), and how Hope can be a double sided coin: on the one hand, hope can help us get through difficult times like having CFS. In fact, it’s one of the factors that Daniel Neuffer suggests is most important in our recovery. On the other hand, hope can also give us a painful reminder of everything that we are missing out on so much.

Whether hope is a painful or positive thing ultimately depends on our attitude to it. I have certainly felt many times in the past, especially when I was more ill than I am now, that hope was completely elusive. The suggestion that I needed it in order to recover left me feeling even more frightened. But as Dufresne remarks in another conversation: “You’re either busy living, or you’re busy dying”.

Another quote from the movie that really resonates with me is when Dufresne remarks, in a moment of despair: “Bad luck I guess. It floats around. Gotta land on somebody. It was my turn, that’s all. I was in the path of the tornado; just didn’t expect that the storm would last as long as it has.”

Well that’s just CFS in a nutshell, isn’t it?

But the thing that really hit me most deeply after watching the movie this time around wasn’t so much an event or character as a theme: friendship, and particularly the importance of friendship in enduring hard times.

On one level, it raises the question for me: “Where were my friends during my long dark night of the soul?”

You can expand the sphere of “friends” in this context to include family too.

Did I somehow fail to communicate to them just how much I was suffering? Did they just not care enough to call or visit? Did I simply forget the times that they did call and only remember the lonely days in bed when they did not? Did I miss out on more support because my rugged sense of self-reliance meant that I failed to ask for it? Where was my Red when I needed to get stuff, or my Dufresne when I needed some hope?

It’s still a painful question that brings tears to my eyes even as I write this.

One of my clients asked me recently much the same question: “How can they be so indifferent to my suffering?” And my answer was something like: “It’s not that they were in different, it’s just that they were probably overwhelmed with it themselves. Unfortunately that’s not particularly helpful for us though.”

The sense of lost friendship struck an even deeper chord with me too. At one point I found myself sobbing deeply as I felt the grief over my own struggles and losses around friendship. Although I’ve always been able to make friends in every environment and situation that I found myself, I’ve often felt a sense that real friendship was difficult or allusive to attain. The pain and sadness that I feel around this isn’t attached to any particular person, place, event or time; it feels much broader and deeper than that. Perhaps it goes back to an event that first happened when I was so young that I can’t remember any of the specific details of it.

The emotional centre of our brain develops much earlier than our rational memory does, so very early life events can leave a painful emotional charge with negative beliefs about ourselves very strongly attached, but not connected to any event we can remember. Maybe I had some traumatic experience in my very early interactions with other people that left me feeling that friendship is fraught with danger. That would make sense given that I am a highly sensitive person and I grew up in an emotionally avoidant family, and my resulting choice to withhold my feelings and keep them to myself would have made establishing friendships all the more difficult.

While I can only really speculate about where the pain surrounding friendship for me comes from, fortunately I do know what to do about it: let the sadness and grief flow when it gets triggered. That’s how you heal past trauma in the present moment. So there were several points while watching the movie where I hit the pause button and just sobbed and let my whole body convulse as the grief flowed out of me.

Maybe that’s why The Shawshank Redemption became such a big hit on video after failing at the cinemas: because in the privacy of your own home you can hit the pause button whenever you need to.

Author: Graham

I'm a guy in his late 40's, recovering from Chronic Fatigue Syndrome since May 2009. I now offer coaching and support to other people with CFS/ME.

5 thoughts on “Friendship, Hope, Grief and The Shawshank Redemption”

  1. Another really lovely and insightful post Graham. I’m really struggling with hope, with the mental side of this recovery at the moment. The days are super dark and wet here in UK as winter starts and it coincides with bugs and more exhaustion. I’ll try increasing vit d. I need a reason to live tho, I keep starting projects but never finish, energy and motivation conspire. I think helping others with EFT would help me, but can’t commit to training without energy. But maybe only the training will give me the energy I need. Damn I’m caught in the net I’ve made.

    1. I hear you James. I find that the whole “starting projects but never finish” depletes my energy too; what is working for me is narrowing my focus so I actually complete things. That leaves me more motivated for the next thing. It’s tempting to try to do everything at once; but that just doesn’t work in practice. Cheers, Graham

  2. This was such a moving and well expressed post that I sense many people with CFS and other illnesses where friends and family withdrew their support or , if not, it felt that way to the person who was ill will relate to. Sometimes there are unanswered questions, sometimes we don’t see reality as it is, but it doesn’t matter we must heal the painful emotions if we are to be fully alive and let the grief wash away. Thank you for sharing this powerful experience. Movies and literature are a necessity to the human spirit

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