04/19/2026
This time of year is really difficult for me, emotionally and physically. Trauma...grief...it lives in the body no matter how much time has passed. No matter how much healing has taken place.
Grief changes us.
We learn to grow with it. We cannot outrun it or spiritually by-pass it...nor should we.
The anniversary date of my dad's passing is coming up on May 7th. It will have been 13 years since his passing.
The anniversary date of losing my best friend unexpectedly - my friend of over 25 years - was last month.
I lost my cousin, Ryan, in a traumatic tragedy last summer.
I lost my little soul mate, Ranger - my dog and companion - last July.
I have been having some beautiful, fun-filled moments recently, but these last few weeks have felt different...
,,,and i knew why.
My body was remembering the losses in my life in a very deep, visceral way.
I wake up in melancholy, my limbs feel physically heavy and my fatigue and motivation are constantly weighing my spirit down.
My thoughts can be thinking wonderful thoughts, but my body remembers the traumas of death and loss...of grief....
Of life forever changed.
If you are grieving or have experienced deep grief, you are not alone.
Grief is excruciatingly personal and lonely at times because each individual goes on their own, personal journey.
Those who experience the same loss will also have different journeys.
How do we get through these traumatic, human, emotional grief moments?
We anchor ourselves to love.
We remember our loved ones and honor those memories.
We accept that we are never the same.
We dig deep into the soil of life and use compassionate coping skills to help us survive moment by moment days.
We lean into our faith.
We remember, "Jesus wept." John 11:35...He didn't spiritually gloss over His grief.
We have patience with ourself.
We cry without apology.
We name our pain. We name our emotions.
We reach out for support when we need to.
We do not spiritually by-pass and suppress our emotions.
We listen to them.
We use kind words as we speak to ourselves.
đź©·Today, I feel my grief in my body...I honor it. I write about it. I create inside of it. I allow grief to visit me.
🌿I then take deep, slow breaths...i feel the earth beneath my feet and I say, "I love you"...to those I lost, to myself with care, to God within.
Spring is not just a season…it’s a quiet resurrection.
A reminder that what looked like an ending was often just the soil preparing you to bloom.
🌷As i enjoy the beautiful tulips here in Oregon, at the Wooden Shoe Tulip Festival, I am reminded of this...
..Tulips don’t fight the frost.
They don’t question the dark.
They rest beneath it…trusting that something unseen is still at work. 🌷
And then one day—
without announcement, without permission—
they rise.
Petal by petal,
they unfold a story that winter tried to bury.
So if you feel buried,
if the weight of your season has been heavy and long—
stay. soften. trust.
You are not lost beneath it all…
you are being grown. You are healing. You are loved.
Love,
Linnea
Begin Within Hope Therapy