Grief: when fully felt, can sometimes become a doorway rather than a destination
During the process of going through a breakup with my partner and feeling his absence so deeply, the grief of losing my father resurfaced.
I gave myself the time and space to feel everything that needed to be felt. I cried my eyes out.
And then something unexpected happened: there was a liberation.
A moment of rupture, where the void was no longer filled with resistance, but with acceptance.
From that place, I could move forward.
And in moving forward, the past came back—not to haunt me, but to heal.











I'm happy for you ❤️
It's necessary to process repressed emotions in order to move forward.