A Journey Through Unspoken Grief

This past weekend, as I unpacked one of the many boxes in my garage, I found myself lost in deep reflection. Each item I pulled out carried memories, whispers of the past, and moments frozen in time. As I looked back through the years, I saw how life’s waves continued to move in and out sometimes gently, sometimes with force carrying me through loss, change, and resilience.

I thought about my family, my mother, my father, my brother, the ones I have loved and lost. And in that moment, I came to a realization that: “𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙙. 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙠𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜.” Life had placed responsibilities on my shoulders very early in life long before I was ready, forcing me into roles I wasn’t prepared for. I became a mother, a father, a brother, and a sister. Roles I have carried for over 30 years.

But on this day, as I unpacked, I allowed myself to pause. I let the tears fall freely, embracing the emotions I had long suppressed.

𝙂𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚. It is not a burden to be carried indefinitely but a journey to be walked through, step by step until release and healing come.

As I step into this new beginning, I honor both the pain and the love that have shaped me. 𝙄 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚, 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡.

Have a wonderful week ahead everyone and remember to give yourself permission to heal.