Reflecting back on this time, I had been broken open. I had no idea of how I was going to go on.  Traditional modalities weren’t working.

I couldn’t find words to try and explain what was happening to me. I was bending under the pressure of how best to navigate the relentless, pounding waves of loss within a normal time frame.

 

I yearned to be alone, cocooned in my grief and wrapped in the safety of silence. And it was here that I began to find pieces of myself again.

As I met myself over and over again in this space, a new me was forming. I didn’t know at the time, but this was me coming back to myself. Slowly but surely.

I was called often to be alone. To sit solitary and in stillness and allow my heart and body to speak. This strong craving to self-soothe took me to the place where I could hear my heart calling for peace.

Over time the loud noise of grief and pain subsided. My negative thoughts and unbearable fears were melting and I began to hear my heart's voice more clearly.
 

So I returned to myself every day. I stopped reaching outside of myself for answers and allowed my inner compass to guide me.

 

Rather than feeling like this was a chore, the warmth and reassurance that arrived to me when finding my own way to heal was pure medicine.

Although I was feeling raw, I could feel myself starting to want to trust in life and really live again. Through this journey I learned to truly surrender and let go.

 

When I stopped trying to control every moment in my life, I found ways to reclaim my power. Not only was I back, I was stronger. I felt more certain and stable than ever before.

Today I remain on this journey. And now I am here to help you transition from grief and trauma too.