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The Body Grief Journal
Gathered from the edges, written with care


My Surgery, My Grief
I am utterly exhausted, recovering from my first surgery. I don't typically subscribe to the stages of grief, but if I were to label what I'm experiencing, it's somewhere between bargaining and feelings of surrender. I acknowledge that these emotions might shift in an instant when the pathology report arrives. I'm wishing for the best outcome - clear margins and 'only' a radical hysterectomy. It's a peculiar journey, laden with tears and the weight of uncertainty, pain, and f
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Grief as a Living Practice
Grief is part of being human. It is woven into our existence, a natural and sacred companion that asks to be felt. It is both tender and consuming, both painful and clarifying. When we allow ourselves to lean into grief instead of resisting it, something in us softens. We begin to see more clearly who we are, what we love, and what truly matters. Grief is not limited to death. It lives in the quiet corners of everyday life. It shows up in endings, transitions, lost dreams, ch
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Holding Hope Through the Unknown
Facing a diagnosis can feel like the ground has shifted beneath you. I’ve spent years navigating mental health challenges, and recently my physical health has joined the struggle. Chronic pain, illness, and constant fatigue have become my daily reality, along with the uncertainty of an unknown heart condition. Then, during a routine pap smear, the results took an unexpected turn, leading to a biopsy with concerning findings. In that moment, fear, anger, frustration, and the f
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