Grieving out loud

Do you grieve out loud? Or do you hold it in? 

My dad passed away 9 years ago, today. 

I realized this past January, that I had mounds of repressed grief. 

I realized I was doing my grief a disservice by holding it all in, avoiding it, and numbing it. 

This past year has been the most healing for my mind and body, in the same sense, I’ve experienced the absolute most uncomfortabilities. 

Uncomfortable because I’ve been feeling it all, every f*cking ounce of it. Off prescriptions, off the binge drinking, off the binge eating. 

Uncomfortable because when I began coaching in June, I was met with five out of six clients who were looking to me for support through grief. 

My first thought “Holy shit what an honor that you’re choosing me, Oh f*ck that’s right, I haven’t dealt with my own though.” 

I celebrated my dad’s life on his birthday in October. On November 2nd, on his day of death, I honored him by feeling every ounce of it. 

If you’re grieving, I see you. Please take up as much as you need. Please know that no one is rushing you to get over your grief, and if they are — they’re assholes. Please know that there is no right or wrong way to feel. Please know that I love you. 

Final note: Isn’t it cool that I’ve learned that reconnecting with my menstrual cycle, healing my womb, and moving through my grief would all be connected?