11/01/2026
Grief doesn’t always look like tears.
Sometimes it looks like tiredness that doesn’t lift.
Like carrying on when something inside you has stopped moving. We have all experienced that
Like loving deeply — and having nowhere for that love to go.
We learn to hide grief well.
To function.
To stay useful.
To not make it uncomfortable for anyone else.
But grief lives in the body.
And the body remembers what the mind tries to move past.
Horses sense this without needing to know the details.
They meet the heaviness without asking us to explain it.
They don’t try to cheer us up or pull us forward.
They stay. They help us belong !
And in that staying, something softens.
Not because the grief disappears —
but because it is finally allowed to be held.
Nothing is wrong with you if grief still visits.
It comes back when there is enough safety to feel it.
And sometimes, being witnessed is the beginning of learning how to breathe around it again.
