I’m writing this down because I don’t ever want to forget it. I’m writing this down because I’ve waited years for a moment like it, and it happened. And it happened so completely out of the blue. I’m writing this down because lately writing feels absolutely terrifying, and I’d like to get back to a place where writing isn’t so terrifying. I’m writing this at the risk of sounding crazy,
It doesn’t happen overnight. Not usually anyway. The excessive carbs, the tsunami of sweets and treats, and the gradual fading of the rainbow that used to fill your refrigerator. I’m talking about fruits and vegetables and the way the holidays tend to sweep us off our feet, in spite of our best efforts. It seems like we were swimming in sweet treats every week in December, mostly gifts from friends
Breathing is instrumental in the aftermath of grief. I was completely unaware of the benefits of breathing intentionally and yoga, but deep breaths were instinctual those first few weeks without Jenna. I remember being so overwhelmed with grief. Surges of tremendous sadness would nearly wipe me out, physically, emotionally and mentally. It took all I had to exist. My survival instinct was inhaling deeper because my body could feel the
Welcome to day 4 of #MyHeartThisChristmas. Today I invite you to take five solid minutes for this exercise. This is wonderful for anxiety, when you are having trouble sleeping, experiencing pain or simply needing some time for yourself. It is a very inexpensive thing you can do by yourself on your mat, at your bedside, at your desk or even in your car. Release yourself from any obligations, expectations and
It’s time to begin thinking of a self-care plan. An intentional, methodical way to care for your own heart. Begin thinking about things that bring you some measure of peace, consolation. It might be a warm cup of tea, reading, attending an in person or private yoga class. It might be a meditation class, listening to music, throwing paint on a canvas. It might be holding your child’s blanket, stuffed
It is something we hear often in the aftermath of losing a child. “Let me know if you need anything.” This statement is dripping from well-meaning eyes and the sincerest intentions, but these words are often met with a blank stare and bewilderment. Because, as grievers, we hardly know what we need. The only thing we needed is gone. Needless to say, asking for help isn’t even on your radar.
Welcome to day one of #MyHeartThisChristmas. Today I am sharing a simple yoga routine and talk on how grief can take a physical toll on your body. If you have a moment, before watching the video consider doing some or all of the following: Find a quiet time in your daily routine where you won’t be interrupted, feel judged, or uneasy. This video is about 3o minutes long. Have a
Goodness, it’s been a long time since I’ve come here. Between working part-time and applying to occupational therapy school, life has been full, just the way I love it. I have been steadily redoing the Facets of Grief website in my spare time, working on converting the workshop into a book form and writing a guided journal for grief. But for the holidays, I decided to do something I haven’t