Hello Best Skin Squad:
Christmas time is "supposed" to be a happy time. I'm all for happy times with friends and family BUT this blog post is to acknowledge and sit with the brokenhearted this holiday season.
Each person has their own way of grieving and no one's grief can compare or be judged. I'm here to share and encourage someone to be where they are without guilt or shame.
'Tis the season is a shortened expression often tied to the popularity of Christmas celebrations. The long version is, “This is the season to be jolly or cheerful.
BUT WHAT IF IT'S NOT... (all caps on purpose to relate to those who are hurting, angry, pissed, sad and all the emotions that come with grieving)
The mountain of grief moves for no one:
When I tried to jump over my mountain of grief, it grew taller with each proverbial leap, when I tried to go around it, it moved with me, cutting off my passage to be set free, when I tried to dig a hole and go under it, it went as deep as I dug. With thoughts of "I can’t bear this….", I slumped into all the things that grief brings and found myself “smack dab” in the middle of it, moving from my self-wrapped ball, to shoulders slumped, head bowed low, and letting the tears that were too much for Kleenex to hold, flow like a river.
Eventhough I absolutely hated this place, I decided to be right where I was….
The beauty, yes, the beauty of this pain is, somewhere along the grief journey, it has an opportunity to course through a shattered heart and forge strength for your journey.
I take this moment to sit in silence with you, heavy sigh with tears and prayers…
This Holiday Season, with your close companion called grief, be extra kind to yourself, let the tears flow, take the nap, take the walk and know that you are not alone…
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