Found in the Falling Apart

Grief is the great leveller.

It breaks us down, smashes our ego and reduces our tolerance for unimportant shit.

It changes us. Simplifies life. And gives us right-sized perspective.

It takes and it gives.

It leaves us feeling lost. Wondering who we are and what the hell has just happened to our lives.

And then it shows us.

Parts of ourselves that we never knew were there.

Strength that we didn't know we had.

Resilience that we never imagined possible.

We feel stripped and broken.

But we are found.

We are revealed in all our realness.

As we surrender to what is.

And to who we have become.

It shows us what we're made of.

And what really matters in life.

It gives us a new pair of glasses through which to see the world.

Grief takes, but it also gives.

It breaks us, but it also gives us the greatest opportunity to rebuild.

Not around who we though we were, but around who we now know we are.

This is the heart of self-recovery.

Not becoming someone new.

But returning home to yourself.

Once I was lost, but now I am found.