Change, 8

There are days it is unavailable to stomach change. If today is that day. Let it be. Rather than gathering sand with a toothpick, resign for the day. It is more important to know where you are at today and work from a place of your reality. You can try again tomorrow to merge with change. - Journal Prompts: Today it feels unavailable to... Today I need to resign from...

Change, 6

Change feels fake. Cues around you claim there has been change, yet your body has not kept up with reality. The body separates on cue, instinctively it responds, but quickly whiplashed. You are again reminded, that’s not how it is anymore. _ Journal Prompts: My body still responds to... I experience whiplash when...

A Journal Prompt for the Grief in Setting Boundaries

Setting a boundary triggers grief. Choosing to not be mistreated can mean loss of connection. Setting a boundary around a controlling parent, might mean less contact. Shedding the part of you that was okay for awhile with how it was, means you lose the comfortable and predictable feeling. Journal Prompt: If I set a boundary, I will grieve...

Feeling Your Way Through Grief, 3

Threatened. Grief pummels emotional stability. Like yoga on a paddle board, the emotional self wobbles through normalcy in the midst of grief. Already uneasy, emotional collapse threatens in harsh comments, the mundane, in mistakes and disappointments, and unnecessary commercials. It's no wonder you keep a distance from your emotions. Why wouldn't you? Journal Prompt: I feel threatened by...

Feeling Your Way Through Grief, 2

Senses. Grief is experienced through your senses–your hearing, sight, smell, taste, and touch. A familiar song. Unexpected fluorescent lights. The smell of Autumn. Bites of cheesecake. The texture of a blanket. What you smell, see, taste, hear, and touch show up in your memory of what has been lost. Use your senses to feel your way through grief. Journal Prompts: My grief sounds like... My grief looks like... My grief smells like... My grief tastes like... My grief feels like...