Allowing Myself to Grieve Without Shame

Thriving not Surviving

For a long time, I believed grief had an expiration date. I thought healing meant I should be “over it.” But grief doesn’t vanish it transforms. Allowing myself to grieve without shame gave me space to honour what I’ve lost, rather than hide it.

Grief isn’t weakness. It’s love with nowhere to go a testament to the depth of our connections and the importance of what or whom we've lost. In embracing my grief, I also opened the door to healing. I learned that it's okay to carry the weight of sorrow gently, to feel the waves of emotion without drowning in them.

Grief taught me patience with myself and compassion for others who walk this path. It taught me that moving forward doesn’t mean leaving behind; it means integrating, understanding, and sometimes simply sitting with the pain. Through this journey, I found strength I never knew I had and a deeper appreciation for the beauty of life’s fleeting moments.

Affirmation:

I honour my grief as sacred. I allow my heart to feel, my soul to soften, and my spirit to heal in its own divine time.