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Do You Have a Grief Story? I Want to Hear About It!

Some of the best ways to accept and overcome grief and loss is by listening to others who have experienced the same, as well as to share your story.  Letting your emotions pour out of you provides a great sense of relief, just as connecting with those who have similar life experiences creates a sense of community and peace. Therefore, I will be starting a series called “This is My Grief.” I’d like to share one or two stories a month with my readers, from my readers.  They should be stories of loss, any kind of loss.  Grief doesn’t necessarily only happen because of death.  It can be brought on by loss of a job, a relationship, even an end of your favorite show on Netflix (you know you’ve experienced that). If you’d like to submit, please keep these questions in mind as you share your story:   What kind of loss did you experience? How did this loss affect you physically? How did this loss affect you emotionally? Did you seek any type of counseling? Where are you currently in your grief journey? How did you overcome, or what strategies are you implementing to overcome your grief? What would you like to learn more about when it comes to grief and living life on purpose?   Please email your stories to mymountainmb@yahoo.com with the subject “My Grief.” Don’t forget to include your name! Through this series it is my hope […]

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Remember the Journey – Focusing on the Means

The following post was written three months after my late sister was diagnosed with cancer.  I wanted to share it here as the words I wrote then, when she was still alive, have become even more prevalent since her death and have greatly helped to inspire this new venture.  The lesson, I believe, is priceless, and will open the eyes of anyone struggling with grief, loss, depression or who are simply seeking inspiration to find meaning in their lives. I can still remember the hot sun beating down on my face as I struggled to keep up with my dad and two older sisters; the smell of sweat, dry dirt and pine infiltrating my dusted nostrils.  My legs ached and scratched from trekking straight up the manzanita-filled, boulder-lined incline from the base of the meadow to the top of the pinnacles.  With each breath I longed to be finished with this day.  Why had I begged and pleaded for them to take me with?  Why had I agreed to “not complain one bit” when my dad had warned me about the strenuousness of the trail?  I was eight years old, hiking with my father, a seasoned outdoors-man, and my two pre-teen sisters, also decent hikers.  I just wanted to be included.  I’d always had a longing to be in the woods.  I’d always liked taking walks on trails, but this God-forsaken, high-desert scorched landscape, and these unfathomable vertical trails were getting the […]

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