The Body Grief Journal

I am so tired of giving my peace away. I feel it in my body, in the weight that lives in my shoulders and the tightness in my chest when I think about all the places I tried to belong. For years, I poured myself into people and spaces that could not meet me. I kept adjusting myself to fit. I kept hoping that if I just tried harder, something would finally shift. I understand now that much of this came from fawning. Not as a flaw, but as a survival response. I learned to say y

Every January we’re told to start over, set resolutions, and become better, yet winter is a season of rest, not forcing growth. Discover why you don’t have to begin in January and how to approach your intentions gently, honoring your body, energy, and timing.

Even a decade after surviving intimate partner violence, I still navigate lingering grief, self-doubt, and moments of hypervigilance. In this reflection, I explore what it means to rebuild self-trust, honor my body’s memory, and continue healing on my own terms.