19/03/2026
Moving with the waves of grief…
Recently I came across the term grief fatigue,
and it’s something I recognise in myself, even three years after losing my parents and my gran.
It can feel like a heaviness that sits deep in my bones.
A quiet exhaustion that comes and goes in waves.
Hours, days, sometimes weeks of feeling completely normal on the outside, while carrying something much heavier on the inside.
For a long time I questioned it.
Tried to explain it away.
Told myself I should be over it by now.
But naming the feeling changes something.
Meeting it without shame, without judgement.
Not lazy.
Not broken.
Not failing.
Just grief moving through its own rhythm.
Take a breath…
a compassionate breath.
And another.
Pouring a little kindness back into the heart
that has carried a lot,
and still deserves joy.
Karuna.
Compassion.
Always coming back to yogic philosophy.
Compassion for ourselves,
and for those around us.
No need to fix everything.
Sometimes the practice is simply to meet what’s here with kindness.
Not everything needs to be solved…
some things just need to be held. 💛
❤️ ❤️
