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There’s a feeling I’ve woken up with most mornings this week. As my eyes open and I realise it’s a new day, it comes to rest on my chest, unmistakably itself. I’ve been running from it but this morning I finally greeted it and welcomed it in.
Hello grief. How are you today?
Offering it my full attention and treating it like an old friend, we spent some quality time together before I rolled out of bed . As I allowed the sensation to live in my chest and the back of my heart, the whole thing became a lot less overwhelming and I knew I had the choice to stop running.
I don’t think I’ve ever fully felt that before.
Other than said sensation, my days feel pretty normal, except for the fact that I don’t have to cook my own meals or apparently even clean my own bathroom floor (thanks to my lovely house guest/fairy). The bleeding is slowing down and my belly now hurts only when I move. I feel a little confused as to what my body “should” be doing at this stage and grateful beyond belief for community.