I’m supposed to write about grief on Wednesdays and I can’t today because I am overflowing with gratitude.
I feel my brain healing after a lotta lotta grief and it makes me want to sing and dance and throw parties.
Like I literally joined a choir, started dancing, and am feeling my inner party girl resurface.
It is joy.
She has been away a long, long time.
My reunion with joy is some of the sweetest nectar I have ever sampled.
My grief-stricken mind can make it hard for me to open to joy. So fearful am I of more loss. I’ve had to close myself off to joy for a good long while. Because I couldn’t risk feeling it and having it snatched away from me. I couldn’t risk more loss. So I shut down joy.
This protective armor kept me safe and helped me survive some excruciatingly painful sh!t. My nervous system knows what’s up. My nervous system guides me to do the t…
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