Grief

Grief and loss are part of life.  

Making meaning of loss is how we grow and how we appreciate what we now have.

But it isn't easy.  

It hurts terribly.  

Healing takes longer than we think it should.

And we need support.

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Bereavement
 Even when we think we are prepared for our loved one's death, the enormity of the loss can feel overwhelming.  Grieving is tremendously difficult work.  Many individuals are surprised by their reactions which might include:
  • loss of or significantly increased appetite
  • difficulty sleeping or significantly increased sleeping
  • fatigue
  • the continuous feeling of a lump in one's throat, chest or stomach
  • sudden bursts of crying and grief 
  • inability to focus
  • confusion
  • feelings of depression, isolation or abandonment
  • unexpected emotions of resentment, anger or guilt
What can grief counseling do?  Being able to talk about the loss and process unfinished business is huge when you are struggling.  As a grief therapist, I can help you find some peace and acceptance. I can hold that space for your when you need to cry and wail and shake your fist at the universe. With years of experience working with grieving individuals, I have insight into how your unique story can combine with healing techniques to create your "new normal."  ​
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Loss
Divorce. Empty nest. Job termination. Break-up. Move.  Life cycle changes.  Each of these transitions can trigger emotional shock waves.  You are not alone if you are hurting.  Together we can work on healing the wounds and finding your strength.  You don't have to live without joy.

sharing a favorite poem about changes...

​Hold My Hand
by Reba Meyers
 
Once, your tiny hand in mine,
We walked beside the muddy creek.
My eyes were clear, my heart was young,
My steps were firm and quick.
 
We listened to the springtime sounds
And plucked the violets from the earth.
We watched the busy ants in mounds
And felt the joy of spring in birth.
 
Your stubby legs could barely stand
And so, my dear, I held your hand.
 
Now your strong hand I need.
Now I must follow were you lead.
My hair is gray, my cheeks are pale.
My step, it parallels the snail.
I yearn the joys of spring to clutch
But feel the ache of winter's touch.
 
This is the way that life is planned.
Oh daughter of mine, please hold my hand.


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