06/12/2026
My own healing around grief.
I lost someone important before I was ready to.
And I did what most healers do β I processed it. I honored it. I let myself feel it in the appropriate moments and kept moving the rest of the time.
What I didn't realize was that grief doesn't always complete. Sometimes it stalls. It sits in the chest, or the throat, or behind the eyes, compressed and waiting.
Years later, in a session I hadn't expected to go anywhere near that loss, it surfaced.
Not dramatically. Just a knowing. And a release that felt like something finally exhaling.
I don't share this to be heavy. I share it because I have sat where you are. I know what it is to hold something so long it starts to feel like part of you β and then experience the genuine surprise of setting it down.
Healing isn't linear. It doesn't always follow the path you plan for it.
But it is available. In ways you might not have tried yet.
π If you're carrying something unfinished, I'd be honored to sit with you in that work.