What a Compassionate Embrace of Grief Looks Like

Four short months after losing my mom and here’s what my grief looked like: waking up with achy hands and neck; constant fear of developing an autoimmune disease like what my mom, brother, and grandmother lived with; occasional heart palpitations; emotional apathy; painful, grief-related emotions surfacing, but inability to let them express past the surface, aka I’d swallow my emotions & bury them.

Living in fear and pain can be a powerful propellant to change.

Only after deciding to urgently confront my grief and explore deep emotions did I learn that grief can be embraced. In fact, when grief is embraced with boundless self-compassion and grace, it forever changes who you are for the better. It’s stepping into who you always were supposed to be; finding the person who was put earth-side for a specific purpose. It’s freedom in the highest sense from all of the jaded weights we unknowingly pick up along our walk of life. After a few weeks of radically embracing pain and consciously working on healing my grief, the dark clouds lifted and I truly got to experience the love of good grieving.


So, what does a compassionate embrace of healing look like? What the heck is the irony of good grief?

Let’s highlight what a compassionate embrace of grief can look like: Click on the tabs below to explore.

That’s what a snapshot picture of compassion in your healing journey can be. There is a lot of daily, nitty-gritty that fits in there.

For me, it looked like sitting down 3x each day to get quiet, become aware of my physical and mental state, meditate, pray, journal, or do yoga; anything that took me into a divine, spiritual, self-aware state. It looked like crying when I needed to cry. It looked like losing my temper, and then apologizing, and spending time in reflection of what triggered me and how I’d heal that. It looked like getting my kids and myself out into the woods for a walk, smiling when the sun peaked through onto my face. It looked like almost hourly deep, calming breaths. It looked like hours of therapy. It looked like no coffee for a week to calm my anxiety.

It looked like prioritizing my health, happiness, and well-being.

I know walking a grief journey is one of the toughest roads to tread. But, extending yourself some compassion and grace, and a lot of love changes the trajectory of your path entirely. It forever changed me. Because of my radical embrace in compassionate healing, I feel more me than I’ve ever felt. Ever. Soon, you too will be out of the clouds of grief and into endless sunshine, I promise you that.

In love and grieving well,

Abby

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