I ask everyone in my life, and my community, and my work…to lean into being human, into vulnerability. In return, I have always promised you mine. That’s why I need to share with you that for the past week, I have been in the midst of grappling with bone-shattering grief.
I've never experienced grief quite like this, this endless hammering in my chest, the feverish sweats, the inability to sleep, the listlessness, the bottomless tears, the sudden sobbing, and desperately trying to drown out an alarm in my head that keeps screaming "DO SOMETHING! DO SOMETHING! DO SOMETHING!"
I know that all of this is a sign that I am very, very lucky, a sign that at nearly 36 years of age, I'm only just having my first encounter with the Deepest Grief of the Soul. I don't feel very lucky.