Becoming One With Grief

There are moments that do not just change us, they remake us entirely.

A phone call that stops time. A relationship that ends and takes the future with it. A diagnosis. A slow goodbye to someone still standing in the room. The death of a beloved animal beside a mountain trail. A sister, gone by her own hand.

I spent twenty-five years as a grief therapist and clinical supervisor, sitting beside people in the deepest valleys of their lives. I knew the map. I spoke the language. 

Then life handed me my own losses, one after another, layered and relentless, and every map dissolved.

What followed was a long dark night of the soul. And then, through therapy and energy healing, mountain trails and alpine lakes, meditation circles, surrender, and an openness to every door that opened, my heart cracked wide. 

Wide enough to hold profound sorrow and childlike wonder in the same breath. Wide enough to squeal with delight again. Wide enough to sing and hum through ordinary days.

One of the most powerful doors opened inside a meditation group, through a simple instruction: speak out loud, "I love and accept myself exactly as I am right now." My first response was a quiet skepticism, Is this true? I shrugged and accepted the instruction anyway. What followed took years to fully understand. Self-love, acceptance, and compassion open the door to forgiveness, mercy, and detachment. That door changed everything.

Becoming One With Grief carries the truth that grief asks to be lived, not solved. Every story in these pages moves toward one discovery: It is the return to the heart from the head that the purity of childhood love is found.

You are not walking this path alone. The becoming is the whole point.

Every day, I discover something else.