03/14/2026
Yesterday someone whose life was woven into mine passed away.
She lived with a mind that was often at war with itself, carrying struggles that shaped much of her life. Mental health can be such a heavy and invisible burden to carry, and I find myself holding deep compassion for the weight she lived with.
Today I found myself moving my body often—hiking, stretching, breathing—letting the sensations move through me. Sadness, anger, shock, unease…all of it showing up and asking for space.
I’m reminded that grief, like so many things, lives in the body. Sometimes the most honest thing we can do is allow it to move through us, without rushing it or trying to make sense of it too quickly.
Today I’m simply allowing my body to feel what it needs to feel, and holding tenderness for a life that carried so much. I am thankful she can now rest and be at peace.