10/31/2026
For a long time, I thought I was handling my grief well.
I wasn’t crying in public. I was showing up. Getting things done.
Then my body started speaking for me. The tight shoulders. The heavy chest. The exhaustion that sleep didn’t touch.
Here’s what I’ve learned. Grief doesn’t disappear when we push it down. It just waits in the body.
What helps is letting it move, a little at a time, as it comes. Through breath. Through movement. Through tears. Through being witnessed by someone safe.
That’s not falling apart. That’s how we stay whole.
Where do you feel your grief living in your body right now?