For the sake of the light…

Welcome

Words. So many words fill up these pages. Words of my life, my past, my journey, my present. And yet, these words become relatable to all. To all those who experience trauma, all those carrying grief, all those suffering. This work shows the complexity of these experiences and how they cannot be easily categorized into stages and gates but instead each person must find their own path, which might not have a neat beginning, middle, and end but it will be their own journey in and through their grief so that they can find acceptance and wholeness too.  

Witnessing our grief through writing

Recently, I have felt a level of healing from the traumatic experience of my parents’ deaths so close together, in 2009. I believe an integral part to this healing has come from writing about my experience. Through my writing, I have found a connectedness with others in similar situations and a connection to myself within the time and space of the events. I have also found that being able to control the moments in a safe and mindful way as I write, opposed to them happening to me, allows me to slow them down and unpack them; which brings understanding rather than trying to deny or forget the experience. These connections and control over the moments have led me to a better understanding, acceptance, and release of the trauma I have been carrying in my body since my parents died.

How do we go on

Life is full of unexpected events, gaps of time that feel disruptive, out of the ordinary realm in our normal, everyday lives. Some disruptions move quickly while others linger, some are good while others impact our lives in a potentially detrimental way, some we see coming and others strike almost out of the blue.

Stuck in a Story

“The worries we carry all the time under our clothes”(Mirriam-Goldberg)

We are all living with something, whether disease, anger, grief, scars, or trauma. We all have our stories and they aren’t automatically visible on the surface of any one person. We live with these stories, our pasts, our thoughts, our emotions and when we keep these pieces of ourselves hidden, they have the potential to create dis-ease within the body.

But we don’t have to carry everything. At any time we can choose to put it down. Write it down. Release it. Even for the moment because it might ebb back and wash over us and drag us to the deep end, but for now we can choose.