Let’s talk grief and spirituality. I consider myself a very spiritual person although I don’t really subscribe to any traditional religious faith systems. I believe in the interconnectedness of life, in love and kindness, and in the beauty of life. I believe that life is
I’ve had a lot of friends and clients and connections lately struggling with finding their way again after some sort of loss – death of a child, divorce, death of a partner, lost jobs. It’s not an easy place to be. Where do you find
Let’s be honest. Loving someone who is grieving isn’t always easy. It’s hard to see people we love be in pain and not be able to do anything about it. We want them to feel better, to smile, to laugh, and to be okay again.
I don’t talk much about how much I miss my daughters or my grief for their loss outside of the grief and baby loss communities I am involved in. I tell myself I’m protecting my family and friends from my pain and my grief. That’s
I used to be depressed. Severely depressed and suicidal for many years. Back then I could only see the world through a fog of loneliness, disconnection, misery, and pain. Everything felt numb and gray, and when it wasn’t numb and gray it was painful and
Tired. “I’m tired” been a phrase that has run through my head nearly every day since my early teens. Sometimes, it feels like I’ve been tired for most of my life. It also feels like I’ve been fighting that tiredness for most of my life.
It amazes me sometimes how many poems and songs about loss and death and grief tell us “don’t cry for me” or “don’t grieve for me” or “don’t weep.” The premise is usually that it’s a poem or song from the point of view of
I’ve been working for a while now on asking for what I want or need, when I want or need it. It seems, on the surface, like such a simple thing. Want something? Ask for it. Need something? Ask for it. However, in practice, at
These last couple weeks as my book release approaches have been a bit of an emotional rollercoaster. Hello, highs and lows! Giddiness. Sorrow. Excitement. Fear. Happiness. Uncertainty. Some days it’s been all I can do to just breathe and ride out the ups and downs. Then
I’m a little worked up this morning and feeling feisty. (Brace yourself for some cursing!) I used to love being a counselor. I was so proud to call myself that when I graduated from school and for years afterwards. I did work I believed in.