Grief is a journey, not a place.
It’s a heartbreaking adventure. A sad chapter in the book. Grief is debilitating days and paralyzing moments.
But it’s not a place. It’s not meant to be stagnant or stayed in. It’s not a place of permanence, but rather a journey of growth. A journey of pain, of loss, of self-awareness, of love.
It’s a journey of healing and transformation. It’s taking the brokenness and rearranging it. It’s stepping forward into the next phase of the path, even though it hurts.
It never ends. It never stops. But neither do you.
You walk this heartbreaking adventure every day. By braving the step each morning, you eventually breathe easier, carry the weight better, and learn to walk with the emptiness.
You are transforming each day from a place of loss. Waiting to be filled with love, hope and healing.
You will never overcome grief. It’s not something to win or be defeated. You’ll simply learn to live with it, to let it live within you. It will become just as much a part of you as the very one you lost.
You walk the path of grief knowing you’ll never stop walking. You’ll never make it to a final stop, because grief isn’t a place, it’s a journey. Yet you keep stepping anyways. For that, you are a leader of hope and an overcomer of pain.
One day you realize that you’re the guide, the one who decides the steps. This is the day you find yourself less paralyzed and more powerful.
Keep taking those steps, and keep letting grief transform you. You may not realize it today or even tomorrow, but you have strength and bravery.
Every day that you wake up and venture deeper into the journey, you honor the love that started this journey in the first place.
Keep stepping…keep going…keep growing.
A wife, mother and educator who has Indiana roots and a passionate spirit. Chelsea is a sappy romantic, coffee junkie, book collector, and person who wears her heart on her sleeve. She’s sarcastic, full of jokes, full of tears, and enjoys writing most when life gets messy or complicated. In 2017, Chelsea's mother passed away. Through her grief journey, she decided to take her mother’s advice and share her writing with the world. One day she gained the courage to honor her mother's wishes and write. It turned out to be one of the best decisions she's ever made.
I stumbled across tour writings this morning and I have to say that you have captured the sentiments beautifully. My husband passed 8 years ago this month and I have had good friends say with all good intentions “get over it”. You never get over it, you learn to live with it… a different kind of normal.
I have learned that the deeper the love, the stronger the grief but every day I try and remember a good time.
Sending happy thoughts
Irene, I’m so glad you found my work. It’s truly a work of my heart and an extension of my mother’s legacy. When I get messages like this it makes my heart full of pride and joy, though I absolutely hate that it’s because of a collective grief. I’m lifting you in hope, comfort and love this evening. Thank you for reading my work and taking the time to write me. xox, Chels