✨Your grief is sacred.
✨My grief is sacred.
✨Our collective grief is sacred.
Who else is afraid of the hard emotions?
I used to take calculated steps of avoidance to outpace my tears. Always staying in control.
Diving head first into my grief was the hardest thing. After my dad died when I was 4, I couldn’t talk about it. I could barely think about it without welcoming a distraction, ANY distraction. I remember sometimes I’d see a picture of my dad and feel guilty.
One day the switch flipped and I suddenly started incorporating him and his loss into my vocabulary and gave him mindshare and air time during table talk. It felt good to share my story, to have others bear witness.
I scheduled time on my calendar to grieve. Just like I’d slot for a dentist appointment or a haircut. It was refreshing to give myself the space and permission to feel the giant gaping hole in my heart. ♥️
Space to cry, scream, bang on pillows, fall into a ball on the floor, often resembling a child’s temper tantrum. I let my body move whichever way it wanted.
Our hearts are heavy right now.
I invite you to
🔹Welcome your tears.
🔹Welcome your grief.
🔹Welcome your anger.
🔹Your heartbreak.
🔹Welcome everything you’ve been told is not welcome here.
Give it a seat at the table.
Listen to it. Learn what it has to say. And take care of yourself today, and all days…✨
With love,
Sara