It's a Broken Heart

Loss happens. Grief happens. Hurt happens. 

You can explain it to your brain. All of the information is stored away in one place. Dates. Times. Events. What took place. Who was there. You can replay it like last night’s movie.

Details aren’t the problem. 

Emotions are. Loss. Hurt. Pain. Sadness. 

Details don’t tell us much. Just the facts. 

Emotions tell us more. Who was our person. What story did we live together. What stories did we create. What were our hopes and dreams. 

When loss happens and there is a name attached to it, grief becomes very personal and very painful.

Especially, when it is my person’s name. My story. My love. My life. 

A friend suggested it is a “matter of the heart.” And, I would agree. 

A lot of our grief work will be a matter of the heart. 

Heart work requires more. Compassion. Safety. Patience. Listening. Understanding. Affirmation. Support. Grace.

It can’t be rushed. It isn’t a project to finish. 

It can’t be diagnosed. It isn’t a disease. 

It can’t be treated. It isn’t a mental condition. 

It is a broken heart. From what was and is now gone. Or, what might have been, but never will be. 

If we don’t pay attention to it, feel it, share it, and honor it, we get lost in the wilderness of grief. 

If we do pay attention to it, we give ourselves permission to hurt, heal, and hope again, we eventually find joy and purpose again after loss.

A grief companion walks with you through the dark valley until you find the light of hope and joy and purpose again!