Self-Coaching Through Grief: A Path to Wholeness
Self-Coaching Through Grief: A Path to Wholeness
Another heartbreak rises within me — a silent storm twisting through my ribs, threading itself through old wounds and ancient sorrows. Rage and grief wrestle in my chest. I find myself standing in my art room, reaching for scraps of color and texture, trying to shape the cries that have no voice.
This heartbreak is not new — it is layered upon all the ones that came before. Every goodbye that was chosen, every loss that was not. My body remembers. It remembers the fevers, the falls, the fatigue that follows sorrow like a shadow.
Heartbreak is universal.
We tether our hearts to a beloved, a calling, a home, a furry companion — only to one day find our arms empty, our dreams slipping between our fingers like smoke.
But this time, I will not abandon myself to the ache.
This time, I choose to gather my strength and use the wisdom I've spent a lifetime building and the coaching tools I offer others — to coach myself. I will keep my body safe. I will keep my heart whole. I will guard my vitality — the breath of my becoming — as I continue to build the life that is still mine to live.
I sit. I feel. I let the emotions storm through without damming them up with judgment.
I journal fiercely, asking myself: What, truly, have I lost?
I call someone who knows how to hold space without fixing or diminishing.
I walk into the woods, barefoot in spirit if not in skin, breathing in wholeness, breathing out pain.
And then, from the cracked-open earth of my heart, I ask myself these questions:
What is this heartbreak asking me to feel fully?
How did I honor myself in this relationship?
How did I abandon myself?
What is the gift — even if it's hard to see — that this experience is offering me?
Who am I becoming through this?
If you are facing heartbreak, I invite you to walk your own journey gently.
You can access the full set of journaling prompts that are helping me heal by clicking the link.
They may help you heal too.
Heartbreak does not shatter us; it reshapes us.
It is the ache of growth, the pulse of becoming.
Your heart was never broken. It was broken open.