Grief Glasses Distort the Truth

Don't wear them to assess progress or performance.

I write about grief because I’m a huge proponent of feeling all our feelings—even and especially the darkest ones. I have a lot of unprocessed grief I need to work my way through. Pledging to write about grief once a week was my commitment to not look away from the hard stuff.

I spent much of my life running away from grief, suppressing grief, willing grief to be gone. Always feeling it close on my heels.

I began to heal when I stopped running and turned around to face the feelings I was so afraid of. Leaning into my grief—as much as I really do not enjoy it—has brought greater healing than I ever could have imagined. Which is why I put myself on the hook to do it regularly.

I show up here in grief in part to trigger other people’s grief. Sorry, not sorry. We are mirroring creatures, and there is a good chance the grief I share could bring up grief for those who read my words. Which makes me aware this newsletter is not everyone’s idea of a good time and grateful so many of you open my…