22/09/2025
Silent grief...
The kind we stuff into boxes and hide on high shelves.
The kind we whisper, in case it offends.
The kind that burns in our heart.
The kind we fear others might not understand.
The kind laced with shame.
The kind riddled with guilt.
The kind that consumes us from the inside.
Grief. Grief. Grief.
I refuse to be silent about my grief.
I use my voice to talk about my babies, my dad, my step-dad, my sister, aunts, uncles, grandparents.
And...
the relationships, the identities, the life phases, the expectations, the careers, the friendships.
What I've come to deeply know is that we all experience many layers of grief. As I move through the initiation of midlife, I grieve for who I once was and all that I've lost. My grief is as valid as anyone's and deserves space. As does yours.
I created Midlife Rewilding with a pillar of grief because as the identities fade, as the hormones dip and your true self wants to be seen, working with your grief is VITAL to expand into who you are.
Remembering who you are involves remembering who you once were.
What's one thing about grief you wish more people understood?
