Sit.
Be uncomfortable.
Don’t rush.
Get comfortable with being uncomfortable
Feel the tightness in your throat.
Feel your breath stifle.
Feel the sick in your stomach.
Feel the rage rise in all of you.
The pressures. The weights.
The urge to run. Sit.
The implosion. Quiet.
Acknowledge the busyness.
Acknowledge the distractions.
Acknowledge the Ego.
Acknowledge the noise.
Do not quiet them.
Feel the depth.
Acknowledge nothing can be done here.
Wait.
Be comfortable with being uncomfortable.
And stay. Do not turn away.
Stay when you can’t.
There is no relief in this moment.
Stay anyway.
Stay with your disgust.
Stay with your rage.
Stay with your fears.
Stay when you can’t breathe.
Stay in this dark and nothing.
Allow it to be BIG.
IT deserves this space. Even when it’s bigger than we ever imagined.
Allow it to be HEARD.
IT deserves this space. Even when it’s louder than we ever imagined.
Allow it to be FELT
IT deserves this space. Even when it hurts more than we ever imagined.
Allow it to be SEEN.
IT deserves this space. Even when it is more blinding than we ever imagined.
Allow it.
Even when others don’t understand. Allow it.
Allow yourself to be consumed. This is the human experience. And you are part of that. Wonderfully and perfectly.
Now. Go deeper. And feel it all again. Feel the depth.
What is here in the depth? In the hollow.
What remains when you have gone as deep as you can go?
What do you hear?
What do you see?
What do you sense?
Sit. Stay. Be Silent. Be present.
Allow the chaos. Allow the thoughts.
Don’t sort. Don’t make sense.
Allow the emotions.
IT’s still deeper. IT’s still bigger.
Be quiet.
Grief is natural.
Grief is horrific.
Grief is beauty.
Grief is human.
Be quiet.
There is no fixing here.
This is grief.
About the Creator
Crystal Potter
I'm a death doula who writes about grief, presence and end-of-life realities. I focus on helping individuals, their families and their support system navigate the final season of life with care and clarity.
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