🌊 Grief, Mindfulness, and the Space My Father Left Behind
When my dad died last year, everything changed. The world didn’t pause the way I expected it might. The birds still chirped. People still laughed. Assignments were still due. But inside me, something had cracked open. A quiet ache settled into the corners of my life, and nothing felt quite the same again. Grief is not something we’re ever really prepared for — even when we think we are. My dad’s passing was sudden and deeply disorienting. It happened during one of the most intense chapters of my life: graduate school, internship, the constant hustle of becoming. I was juggling the roles of student, counselor-in-training, daughter, friend, partner… all while barely keeping my head above water. I didn’t know where to put the grief. It didn’t fit into a neat little box that could be opened on weekends or scheduled into my planner. It was always there — silent, pulsing, sometimes overwhelming. 💔 The Disorientation of Grief Grief has a way of shaking your identity. Who am I witho...