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“Grief just hit me out of nowhere in the middle of a normal day.”
A song, a smell, an empty chair - and the loss is suddenly fresh, in a place that has no room for it. The wave is real and you don't have to fight it. But you also don't have to drown in the moment. The turn: let it move through, then redirect gently back to the ground you're standing on.
Your Practice
- Don't fight the wave or shame yourself for it. Let it crest.
- Step somewhere private for two minutes if you can. Give it that.
- Then redirect: name one concrete thing in front of you and return to it.
- Later, give the grief a real, unhurried hour. The ambush isn't the whole of it.