Grief lives in the body.
For me, it lives in my connective tissue.
My mom died on December 7. And either that same day or the day after, my left knee started bothering me.
I’ve been “pushing through” the pain to take care of everything that needed to be done. I told myself that because I was moving my body, I was fine.
I’ve been up and down stairs. Packing. Sorting. Boxing things up. Letting go of so much.
But when I finally slowed down and did yoga… baby, I screamed. Everything hurt. Tight. Inflamed. Loud.
That was my body saying, enough.
I made a promise to myself right then and there: I will never neglect myself like this again.
If you’re not on my email list, you might want to join. I’ll be sharing more about what I’m learning, how I’m moving through this season, and the insights that are helping me heal, slowly and honestly.
2
0 comments
Grief lives in the body.
powered by
skool.com/awakened-limitless-6051
A high-vibe community where ambitious women share wins, shift mindsets, and spiral upward—together.
Suggested communities
Powered by