Drumming, becoming more spiritual, and Reiki all helped me heal from the grief of losing my husband. The last thing I will share that helped me is journaling. It’s a very simple, yet powerful way to get the pent up anger, frustrations, and sadness onto paper and out of your system. Way back in my childhood I learned about the power of journaling. When I started (probably around the age of 11 or 12) I was going through a loss too — this time of a good friend. I felt very betrayed at this time. We were best friends and then we weren’t. I had no idea what I did or didn’t do to cause this friendship to end. I began writing about it and it really helped. I went through many pages and lots of tissues, but it helped me get out all the gunk floating around in my head. I still have those… Read More
How I Healed From Grief (Part 3)
Time to share another way that helped me heal from grief. I have already discussed drumming and becoming more spiritual. If you missed those posts, here are the links: DRUMMING and SPIRITUAL. As I mentioned in my two previous posts, these two activities really helped me heal. Funny, I didn’t realize it at the time, but I do now. They both clearly helped me move forward. This was because they got me out of my head and heart, helped me meet new people, and provided me with something new to learn (which I love, because I am a life-long learner). Finding distractions from thinking about my loss was instrumental in helping me move through my grief. The third thing that helped me heal from grief was discovering and embracing Reiki. Reiki is a Japanese energy technique where the practitioners hands are placed lightly on a person so that universal life force energy can flow into… Read More
How I healed from grief (Part 2)
Throughout most of my life — until about 40 or so — I was not religious or spiritual in any way shape or form. When I was somewhere between 10-12 years old, my mom and dad would take me to church and I would pout and refuse to go in. Eventually they gave up and let me stay home. As a high schooler, I was told about being born again and was basically frightened into joining my parent’s Lutheran church. I went to a presentation that told me rock lyrics were evil. I loved music and was now afraid to listen to it. I attended a movie whose premise is that if you don’t become born again, you will have your head cut off. I am not kidding! All these many years later, those images are still fresh in my mind. As a teen, I caved under the pressure and I attended classes at my… Read More