11/05/2026
The Prescription They Forgot to Write
I’ve been quiet on here for a while, taking some time away from social media. I’m navigating delayed grief - after losing my father 11 months ago.
For a long time, my instinct was to head straight for the sofa every time a tsunami of sadness engulfed me. But I’ve realised that movement is been my greatest medicine. I should have forced myself to move sooner...
The "Couch Trap" vs. The Movement:
The Couch: It feels safe, but it’s where my emotions stagnate and I hang out at my very own pity party.
The Movement: When I force myself off that sofa, something shifts. My heart rate goes up, and suddenly, the emotions that were stuck in my chest start to circulate. Sometimes I just sweat them out, sometimes I cry them out.
I wish doctors promoted movement for grief as much as they do medication. Absolutely, medication has its place, but there is a specific kind of healing that only happens when you’re out for a walk or moving through a Pilates sequence.
Pilates has taught me that I can still control my breath when my world feels out of control. Walking has taught me that even if I don’t know what life looks like without my Dad, I can still take one physical step forward.
Movement isn’t about "getting over it." It’s about creating a strong body and mind to move through it, with grace. In your own time.
If you’re stuck on the couch today, I see you, and I am with you. It’s a heavy place to be. But if you can, just for ten minutes, move your body. You will start to see the flicker of light at the end of the long tunnel that is grief.
Ok teary post over, let’s get moving!
Easy to follow Pilates sessions and tips coming this week!.