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Loss is not a single river. It is a confluence, three distinct currents moving through us in their own quiet, insistent ways. Pain The sharp flare. The body’s first language. A boundary crossed, a wound exposed, a signal that demands immediate attention. Sorrow The slow river. The smoke that lingers after the fire. A quiet ache that rises only when we stop bracing against the truth. Grief The long work. The reshaping. The steady, metabolic process of becoming someone who can carry what happened without collapsing beneath its weight. The guide warns us of a common mistake, treating these rivers as if they were the same. Trying to extinguish grief like pain. Trying to solve sorrow like a problem. But each current asks something different of us. Each one requires its own pace, its own posture, its own kind of breath. When you name the river you’re in, the water stops feeling so wild. It becomes something you can move with, instead of something you’re swept away by. Take a moment today to notice: Which river is moving through you? And what is it asking of you now?

As we step into this week's chapter, The Sorrow, many of us find ourselves asking a deceptively simple question: What’s the difference between pain, sorrow, and grief — and does it even matter? I think it does. Not because we need more labels, but because each of these experiences asks something different of us. 💥 Pain: The Immediate Signal Pain is the body’s first language. It’s sharp, fast, and specific. It tells us something has happened — a rupture, a loss, a wound, a boundary crossed. Pain is the flare in the night sky. It doesn’t ask for interpretation. It asks for attention. 💥 Sorrow: The Slow River Beneath Sorrow is quieter. It’s not the flare — it’s the smoke that lingers long after the fire. Where pain is acute, sorrow is spacious. Where pain is a moment, sorrow is a landscape. Sorrow is what rises when we finally stop bracing. It’s the ache that comes when we recognize the truth of what’s been lost, or what never was, or what will never be again. Sorrow isn’t asking to be fixed. It’s asking to be witnessed. 💥 Grief: The Process That Carries Us If pain is the signal and sorrow is the feeling, grief is the journey. Grief is the work — the slow metabolizing of what life has asked us to carry. It’s the way we move with sorrow over time, the way we learn to live with what cannot be undone. Grief is not an emotion. It’s a transformation. It reshapes us. It rearranges us. It asks us to become someone who can hold what happened without collapsing under its weight. Why This Distinction Matters Because when we confuse them, we often respond in ways that don’t help. - We try to solve sorrow as if it were pain. - We treat grief like a feeling instead of a process. - We rush ourselves through what was never meant to be rushed. Understanding the difference gives us permission to meet ourselves, and each other, with more accuracy, more compassion, and more patience. Where in your life do you notice pain, where do you feel sorrow, and where are you actively grieving?

Lately I’ve been paying closer attention to the way fear shows up in my life, and I’ve realized something I didn’t always know: there’s a big difference between fear as an idea and fear as something I actually feel in my body. For years, I treated fear like a single thing, one big, looming signal that meant stop. But when I look back, most of what I called “fear” wasn’t a feeling at all. It was a story I’d inherited or rehearsed so many times that it felt true. 🤯 For me, conceptual fear is the narrative that starts running before anything even happens. It’s the voice that says: 👄 - “If you speak up, you’ll upset someone.” - “If you try this, you’ll fail.” - “If you want more, you’ll lose what you already have.” Those thoughts don’t come from my body—they come from old patterns, old expectations, old versions of me trying to keep things predictable. ❤️ The feeling of fear is different. It’s the quickening in my chest, the tightness in my throat, the warmth rising in my face. It’s my nervous system saying, 📣 “Something matters here.” 📣 And I’ve learned that feeling fear doesn’t mean I’m in danger. It means I’m alive to something important. When I confuse the story with the sensation, I shut myself down. But when I can tell the difference, when I pause long enough to ask, Is this a narrative or a feeling? I get to choose my next step instead of reacting from habit. ❓If it’s a story, I can question it.❓ 🤗 If it’s a feeling, I can support myself through it.🤗 And when it’s both, I can meet myself with a little more clarity and compassion. When fear comes up in your life, how do you tell the difference between the story and the feeling?

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