Defying Society's Standards of Grieving

Took some time off from writing, but I was just recently published by one of my favorite media websites.  :)  

Excerpt:

My dad died last October. Six years and 11 days after my mom died. Safe to say I’m not a big fan of October.

As you probably know, the universe has a sense of humor. How that humor has been playing out in my life as of late is that I am grieving while practicing as a grief counselor.

So, go ahead, ask me about grief. I’ll say that it’s different for everyone. I’ll say there are no rules. I’ll say it’s not linear. I’ll say that all the feelings are important and valid. I’ll say you’ll never forget the people you lose. I’ll say that grief evolves. I’ll say that it won’t always hurt the way it does at the beginning, but that grief never truly ends.

I can give you quotes about grief.

I can give you books about grief.

I honor grief.

In a lot of ways, I’m almost friends with grief.

As a grief counselor, I understand the complexity of grief.

But let me be honest. The grieving part of me and the grief counselor part of me are in a bit of a battle of wits right now.