I remember those moments that felt like days,

feeling overwhelmed with the heaviness of grief and my mind spinning into overdrive with thoughts that just wouldn’t stop.

 

People around me were offering their opinions on how I should be healing... how I should be thinking... and what I should be doing.

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At my lowest, I felt shattered.

Traditional methods weren’t working, and I couldn’t put into words the storm I was facing.

The waves of loss were relentless, and I struggled to navigate them.​

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I yearned to be alone, cocooned in my grief and wrapped in silence.

 

Yet, it was in this space that I began to find pieces of myself again.

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Over and over, I faced myself in stillness.

 

Though I didn’t realize it at the time, a new version of me was forming - one that was slowly coming back to life.

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The craving for solitude led me to a place where I could hear my heart calling for peace.

 

In time, the deafening noise of grief faded, and I could finally hear my inner voice.

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Instead of seeking answers outside, I turned inward.

 

My healing became a daily practice, not a chore but a source of warmth and reassurance,

pure medicine for my soul.

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When I stopped trying to control every moment,

I found my strength.

 

I reclaimed my power, emerging not just whole but stronger, more certain, and more stable than ever before.

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My journey continues, but now, I walk it with purpose to help you transition from grief and trauma, just as I did.