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I never expected to be widowed at the age of 35 with a newborn and a 4 year old. I am so grateful that my husband, Ryan, and I prepared for the unexpected (we both secured life insurance policies when I was pregnant with our first son), to make certain that our family would be taken care of if something happened to either one of us. Protect your family against the unexpected. I promise you'll never regret it ❤️ . . . 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying

I never expected to be widowed at the age of 35 with a newborn and a 4 year old. I am so grateful that my husband, Ryan, and I prepared for the unexpected (we both secured life insurance policies when I was pregnant with our first son), to make certain that our family would be taken care of if something happened to either one of us. Protect your family against the unexpected. I promise you'll never regret it ❤️ . . . 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying

Here👇🏻 I understand that for those that have not lost a spouse, it may be hard to comprehend why a widow may decide to take off her wedding rings soon after her husband's death. They are a symbol of love, commitment, and a sacred union a couple makes to each other on their wedding day after all. And that's the exact reason I took my rings off very soon after my late husband, Ryan, died. My rings symbolized our life and love together while Ryan was alive-when we were both able to carry out the commitments we had made to each other on October 12, 2013. As soon as he died, our vows "till death to us part" had been fulfilled. With Ryan's last breath, I had transitioned from a wife to a widow. That abrupt dethroning of sorts was jarring. The rings on my finger a beautiful but tragic reminder to myself and the world of what had been lost and what could never be again. The rings didn't bring me comfort or a connection to Ryan, but rather they made me feel sick because what the rings symbolized what was no longer my reality. It had nothing to do with my love for Ryan. How much I missed him or grieved for him and our life together. It just didn't make sense or "fit" with my new life moving forward and it was less painful to see my ring finger bear than with the rings Ryan had pledged his love to me with. Bottom line. Do what's right for you and your grief. When and why did you take off your wedding rings? 💍 . . . 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying

Here👇🏻 I understand that for those that have not lost a spouse, it may be hard to comprehend why a widow may decide to take off her wedding rings soon after her husband's death. They are a symbol of love, commitment, and a sacred union a couple makes to each other on their wedding day after all. And that's the exact reason I took my rings off very soon after my late husband, Ryan, died. My rings symbolized our life and love together while Ryan was alive-when we were both able to carry out the commitments we had made to each other on October 12, 2013. As soon as he died, our vows "till death to us part" had been fulfilled. With Ryan's last breath, I had transitioned from a wife to a widow. That abrupt dethroning of sorts was jarring. The rings on my finger a beautiful but tragic reminder to myself and the world of what had been lost and what could never be again. The rings didn't bring me comfort or a connection to Ryan, but rather they made me feel sick because what the rings symbolized what was no longer my reality. It had nothing to do with my love for Ryan. How much I missed him or grieved for him and our life together. It just didn't make sense or "fit" with my new life moving forward and it was less painful to see my ring finger bear than with the rings Ryan had pledged his love to me with. Bottom line. Do what's right for you and your grief. When and why did you take off your wedding rings? 💍 . . . 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying

Here 👇🏻 . . . Intuitively I knew right after my late husband's accident that there was no "protecting" my son from the reality of what had happened. It didn't feel right to not give him context, to shield him from visiting his daddy who was in the ICU. There were people who asked if that was "appropriate" for my son to see at such a young age. I felt that he had a right to see his dad and interact with him as much as he was comfortable and as much as the hospital would allow. And I felt that filling in the gaps for my son around the phrase "your daddy is sick and can't come home," eased his little mind and heart. When Ryan was put on hospice, I was told by psychologists to tell him in the most literal terms what was happening and give him every opportunity to say his goodbyes. After 6 months of his daddy not being able to interact with him, I saw my son withdrawing. The comfort I had seen my son give my husband in the beginning, had faded to him being more apprehensive and apathetic. It was extremely painful to watch. When my husband died, we had the opportunity to see him one last time before he was cremated. I could have asked my son to go, but this specific task just didn't feel right like the other decisions I had made. I didn't want my son's last memory of his dad to be the sterility of a funeral home environment with his dad laid out on a slab in the front of a big room. I felt confident that he had said his goodbyes to his dad prior to this. I made what I thought was the best decision. . . . 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying . . Grief coach for widows. Helping widows lost in grief find joy and purpose after loss.

Here 👇🏻 . . . Intuitively I knew right after my late husband's accident that there was no "protecting" my son from the reality of what had happened. It didn't feel right to not give him context, to shield him from visiting his daddy who was in the ICU. There were people who asked if that was "appropriate" for my son to see at such a young age. I felt that he had a right to see his dad and interact with him as much as he was comfortable and as much as the hospital would allow. And I felt that filling in the gaps for my son around the phrase "your daddy is sick and can't come home," eased his little mind and heart. When Ryan was put on hospice, I was told by psychologists to tell him in the most literal terms what was happening and give him every opportunity to say his goodbyes. After 6 months of his daddy not being able to interact with him, I saw my son withdrawing. The comfort I had seen my son give my husband in the beginning, had faded to him being more apprehensive and apathetic. It was extremely painful to watch. When my husband died, we had the opportunity to see him one last time before he was cremated. I could have asked my son to go, but this specific task just didn't feel right like the other decisions I had made. I didn't want my son's last memory of his dad to be the sterility of a funeral home environment with his dad laid out on a slab in the front of a big room. I felt confident that he had said his goodbyes to his dad prior to this. I made what I thought was the best decision. . . . 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying . . Grief coach for widows. Helping widows lost in grief find joy and purpose after loss.

Almost 4 whole years later...this moment replays in my mind 💔 If you’ve lost someone precious, you know the moment or the words that catapulted you into an entirely different life. That sharp, pronounced, undeniable demarcation of your life before death and grief had a seat at your table and then the after-when death and grief became your forever companion. These were the words that propelled me unwillingly into my new life without my husband, Ryan. I remember knowing how dire the situation was and my gut knew that his heart had stopped. I didn’t want to hear the answer and yet I didn’t even think before the words were pouring out of my mouth to the kind policemen who had walked up and stood shoulder to shoulder with me as I looked forward to my lifeless husband in complete shock and panic. His answer solidified what I had known in my bones and my entire body trembled and shook as if the movement would somehow ease the blow and keep me in my beautiful life I had lived before. But I didn’t have a choice. The veil is so thin between a life blissfully ignorant of pain and a life that is filled to the brim with it. This moment in time is part of me now, as are many other painful moments. I cannot throw them away but I’ve learned to carry them. I have learned to accept things that will never make sense, that are so unfair, and that are seemingly irreconcilable. Once you’ve experienced this type of loss, you can never go back to the life you had before or the person you were before and survival depends on getting to know these new and unwelcomed parts of yourself and tending to them. . . . . 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying

Almost 4 whole years later...this moment replays in my mind 💔 If you’ve lost someone precious, you know the moment or the words that catapulted you into an entirely different life. That sharp, pronounced, undeniable demarcation of your life before death and grief had a seat at your table and then the after-when death and grief became your forever companion. These were the words that propelled me unwillingly into my new life without my husband, Ryan. I remember knowing how dire the situation was and my gut knew that his heart had stopped. I didn’t want to hear the answer and yet I didn’t even think before the words were pouring out of my mouth to the kind policemen who had walked up and stood shoulder to shoulder with me as I looked forward to my lifeless husband in complete shock and panic. His answer solidified what I had known in my bones and my entire body trembled and shook as if the movement would somehow ease the blow and keep me in my beautiful life I had lived before. But I didn’t have a choice. The veil is so thin between a life blissfully ignorant of pain and a life that is filled to the brim with it. This moment in time is part of me now, as are many other painful moments. I cannot throw them away but I’ve learned to carry them. I have learned to accept things that will never make sense, that are so unfair, and that are seemingly irreconcilable. Once you’ve experienced this type of loss, you can never go back to the life you had before or the person you were before and survival depends on getting to know these new and unwelcomed parts of yourself and tending to them. . . . . 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying

Here👇🏻 I've had a number of new people join my community recently, and so often the question is asked, "how did your husband die so young?" So I'm sharing what happened here so there isn't any speculation that I often see riddled in my comment section. On October 14, 2021, Ryan was coming home from his Crossfit gym and he got stung by a bee. I was working at home at the time and he told me he had been stung by a bee on the inside of one of his arms. Ryan had no history of being allergic to bees so we did not have an EPI pen in the house. A few minutes after he got home he told me he “felt weird,” which prompted me to call 911 and tell them that my husband was going into anaphylaxis from a bee sting. Ryan became unresponsive as we waited for the ambulance and I performed CPR on our front porch until EMS arrived. After EMS arrived, Ryan went into cardiac arrest and he could not be revived for approximately 20 minutes which caused a severe brain injury. He was in the Neuro ICU for 2 months and then was in and out of hospitals and brain rehab. Five months after his medical event, we were told by his medical team that due to the extensive nature of Ryan’s injury he would never make a meaningful recovery and remain in a vegetative state. Therefore the gut wrenching decision was made to withdraw all life sustaining care and place Ryan on hospice. He was admitted on March 17, 2022, and he died 22 days later on April 7, 2022. . . . . 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying

Here👇🏻 I've had a number of new people join my community recently, and so often the question is asked, "how did your husband die so young?" So I'm sharing what happened here so there isn't any speculation that I often see riddled in my comment section. On October 14, 2021, Ryan was coming home from his Crossfit gym and he got stung by a bee. I was working at home at the time and he told me he had been stung by a bee on the inside of one of his arms. Ryan had no history of being allergic to bees so we did not have an EPI pen in the house. A few minutes after he got home he told me he “felt weird,” which prompted me to call 911 and tell them that my husband was going into anaphylaxis from a bee sting. Ryan became unresponsive as we waited for the ambulance and I performed CPR on our front porch until EMS arrived. After EMS arrived, Ryan went into cardiac arrest and he could not be revived for approximately 20 minutes which caused a severe brain injury. He was in the Neuro ICU for 2 months and then was in and out of hospitals and brain rehab. Five months after his medical event, we were told by his medical team that due to the extensive nature of Ryan’s injury he would never make a meaningful recovery and remain in a vegetative state. Therefore the gut wrenching decision was made to withdraw all life sustaining care and place Ryan on hospice. He was admitted on March 17, 2022, and he died 22 days later on April 7, 2022. . . . . 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying

If you're feeling overwhelmed and burdened by the heaviness of grief, my new book, "What Must Be Carried," will help you learn to carry the pain of your loss so you can start living a beautiful and meaningful life after the unimaginable. 📚DM "Carried" to preorder my new book I lost my husband of 8 years, Ryan, in less time than someone waits in line for a coffee. My life went from picture perfect with a loving husband, sweet toddler, house in a beautiful neighborhood, thriving career, with a new baby on the way to a complete and utter nightmare. I didn't know how to live in a world without my husband. I didn't want to live in a world where I had to. I was devastated, lost, and overwhelmed and l came to realize just how awful society is at this thing called grief. I was also so ill prepared for the effects of the trauma I had endured and how lonely I would feel after the support faded after Ryan's funeral. I had completely lost sight of who I was in the aftermath of Ryan's death and wanted to discover ME again. I wanted to honor my new capacity and limits for everyday life while also trying to heal my nervous system to slowly expand my capacity. I wanted to release the feelings and activities that kept me stuck in my grief like guilt, anger, and unsupportive coping mechanisms (hi alcohol 🍷) And I wanted to build a life I was proud of for me and our two boys. Perhaps you find yourself feeling the same way if you've lost someone you love. It's time to start living again...let me show you how to carry it all. . . . 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying . . . . Grief coach for widows. Helping widows lost in grief find joy and purpose after loss.

If you're feeling overwhelmed and burdened by the heaviness of grief, my new book, "What Must Be Carried," will help you learn to carry the pain of your loss so you can start living a beautiful and meaningful life after the unimaginable. 📚DM "Carried" to preorder my new book I lost my husband of 8 years, Ryan, in less time than someone waits in line for a coffee. My life went from picture perfect with a loving husband, sweet toddler, house in a beautiful neighborhood, thriving career, with a new baby on the way to a complete and utter nightmare. I didn't know how to live in a world without my husband. I didn't want to live in a world where I had to. I was devastated, lost, and overwhelmed and l came to realize just how awful society is at this thing called grief. I was also so ill prepared for the effects of the trauma I had endured and how lonely I would feel after the support faded after Ryan's funeral. I had completely lost sight of who I was in the aftermath of Ryan's death and wanted to discover ME again. I wanted to honor my new capacity and limits for everyday life while also trying to heal my nervous system to slowly expand my capacity. I wanted to release the feelings and activities that kept me stuck in my grief like guilt, anger, and unsupportive coping mechanisms (hi alcohol 🍷) And I wanted to build a life I was proud of for me and our two boys. Perhaps you find yourself feeling the same way if you've lost someone you love. It's time to start living again...let me show you how to carry it all. . . . 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying . . . . Grief coach for widows. Helping widows lost in grief find joy and purpose after loss.

October 14, 2021 was my late husband, Ryan’s, last day before suffering an anoxic brain injury he could not recover from. When this video was taken, 2-3 hours before our lives were completely shattered, Ryan had no idea that this would be his last “I love you” to me and his last video he would ever record. His medical event was so sudden, tragic, and random that it took my brain so long to comprehend how severe and devastating his injury was. I had so much trouble accepting the harsh reality that when the physician at the hospital Ryan was first taken to said straight to my face that his “prognosis was very poor,” I heard him but I didn’t actually believe him. Now being so far removed from that traumatic day, I have so much more clarity and I’ve found peace with how sudden and unexpected Ryan was ripped from us. I’ve actually been able to find some gratitude that neither Ryan or I or anyone else knew that October 14, 2021 was his last day. Our last interactions weren’t full of fear, grief or regret for what was to come with the reality that our moments together were finite and limited. Our last interactions were exactly how we shared life together. They were familiar, comfortable, full of joking and making fun of each other, and lots of love. If you're seeking peace in grief because of how sudden your person was taken from you, I want you to know you're not alone and that if you need guidance on how to get unstuck, I'd love to be your grief support and guide. See below for next steps to connect with me. . . . 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying

October 14, 2021 was my late husband, Ryan’s, last day before suffering an anoxic brain injury he could not recover from. When this video was taken, 2-3 hours before our lives were completely shattered, Ryan had no idea that this would be his last “I love you” to me and his last video he would ever record. His medical event was so sudden, tragic, and random that it took my brain so long to comprehend how severe and devastating his injury was. I had so much trouble accepting the harsh reality that when the physician at the hospital Ryan was first taken to said straight to my face that his “prognosis was very poor,” I heard him but I didn’t actually believe him. Now being so far removed from that traumatic day, I have so much more clarity and I’ve found peace with how sudden and unexpected Ryan was ripped from us. I’ve actually been able to find some gratitude that neither Ryan or I or anyone else knew that October 14, 2021 was his last day. Our last interactions weren’t full of fear, grief or regret for what was to come with the reality that our moments together were finite and limited. Our last interactions were exactly how we shared life together. They were familiar, comfortable, full of joking and making fun of each other, and lots of love. If you're seeking peace in grief because of how sudden your person was taken from you, I want you to know you're not alone and that if you need guidance on how to get unstuck, I'd love to be your grief support and guide. See below for next steps to connect with me. . . . 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying

The truth about grief is that it can swallow you up. The darkness of grief can take up residence in your heart and soul if you don’t change your relationship with it and learn how to cope, manage, live, and co-exist WITH it. I felt the strong pull of the darkness when I stood in front of my late husband, Ryan, at the funeral home when I said goodbye to him for the last time. I knew that moment was pivotal for me. I knew I had to decide to fight to enter the light-to learn how to carry my pain forever so it didn’t consume me or I could let myself slip into the quicksand of deep, sorrowful grief forever. I knew in my heart that the last thing Ryan would have wanted for me was just to give up and allow his death to destroy the rest of my life and, in turn, our sons' lives. I knew that their happiness and whether or not they would thrive in this life was dependent upon which path I decided to walk after I left the funeral home that fateful day. So, I made promises to my husband that would determine the rest of our lives. I chose to fight. I chose joy. I chose love. I chose peace. I chose to serve. No matter how difficult. No matter how many tears I’d shed, screams, curses, or anything else that stood in my way, I’d always turn toward the light. I will be honest and say that being brave enough to choose the light over the darkness takes bravery and courage. It takes grit. It takes losing yourself to find yourself. It takes ignoring harsh criticism and hate. But it is so worth it. . . . 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying . Grief coach for widows. Helping widows lost in grief find joy and purpose after loss.

The truth about grief is that it can swallow you up. The darkness of grief can take up residence in your heart and soul if you don’t change your relationship with it and learn how to cope, manage, live, and co-exist WITH it. I felt the strong pull of the darkness when I stood in front of my late husband, Ryan, at the funeral home when I said goodbye to him for the last time. I knew that moment was pivotal for me. I knew I had to decide to fight to enter the light-to learn how to carry my pain forever so it didn’t consume me or I could let myself slip into the quicksand of deep, sorrowful grief forever. I knew in my heart that the last thing Ryan would have wanted for me was just to give up and allow his death to destroy the rest of my life and, in turn, our sons' lives. I knew that their happiness and whether or not they would thrive in this life was dependent upon which path I decided to walk after I left the funeral home that fateful day. So, I made promises to my husband that would determine the rest of our lives. I chose to fight. I chose joy. I chose love. I chose peace. I chose to serve. No matter how difficult. No matter how many tears I’d shed, screams, curses, or anything else that stood in my way, I’d always turn toward the light. I will be honest and say that being brave enough to choose the light over the darkness takes bravery and courage. It takes grit. It takes losing yourself to find yourself. It takes ignoring harsh criticism and hate. But it is so worth it. . . . 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying . Grief coach for widows. Helping widows lost in grief find joy and purpose after loss.

"I don’t know how you’re doing it,” is a phrase I heard often after the medical event that cost my husband his life. I was pregnant with a toddler when everything fell apart and I had to figure out how to survive in the world without my person. Now, over 3 years after the single event that completely altered the trajectory of my entire life, and I’ve been able to find my way out of the fog of the heavy and suffocating early days of grief, I hear a different phrase, “how did you do it?” And although I have so much to share about how I’ve survived my darkest days and learned how to carry a forever pain while still discovering joy, love, and purpose in it all, there is a phase that always comes to mind of how I got through some of the most excruciating moments of my life. One moment at a time. You see living after a life altering loss isn't about a big transformation. It isn't a light switch you turn on and off or having an epitome and being "done" with your grief and just moving forward with ease-never looking back at what you've been through or who you've lost. This is the truth. When we lose someone we love, grief never leaves us. It is ours forever to manage, navigate and cope with. The goal isn't to get rid of it or extinguish it, but to learn to carry, hold, and integrate it into your day to day life and learn how to experience the broad spectrum of human experiences. Grief cannot be separated from your the human experience after a great loss. It is forever part of you. . . 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying . . Grief coach for widows. Helping widows lost in grief find joy and purpose after loss.

"I don’t know how you’re doing it,” is a phrase I heard often after the medical event that cost my husband his life. I was pregnant with a toddler when everything fell apart and I had to figure out how to survive in the world without my person. Now, over 3 years after the single event that completely altered the trajectory of my entire life, and I’ve been able to find my way out of the fog of the heavy and suffocating early days of grief, I hear a different phrase, “how did you do it?” And although I have so much to share about how I’ve survived my darkest days and learned how to carry a forever pain while still discovering joy, love, and purpose in it all, there is a phase that always comes to mind of how I got through some of the most excruciating moments of my life. One moment at a time. You see living after a life altering loss isn't about a big transformation. It isn't a light switch you turn on and off or having an epitome and being "done" with your grief and just moving forward with ease-never looking back at what you've been through or who you've lost. This is the truth. When we lose someone we love, grief never leaves us. It is ours forever to manage, navigate and cope with. The goal isn't to get rid of it or extinguish it, but to learn to carry, hold, and integrate it into your day to day life and learn how to experience the broad spectrum of human experiences. Grief cannot be separated from your the human experience after a great loss. It is forever part of you. . . 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying . . Grief coach for widows. Helping widows lost in grief find joy and purpose after loss.

Three years ago, I prayed for a miracle. I prayed that my late husband, Ryan, would recover after experiencing a severe anoxic brain injury from a bee sting. Me and God didn’t have much of a relationship back then. I had seldom prayed or asked for anything, but in my darkest hours, I begged him to show up. I begged him to spare my husband’s life so he could come home. Despite my cries and my pleas, Ryan could not recover, and he died at the age of 35, leaving me and our two boys, who were a newborn and toddler at the time. Part of me thought that meant miracles and prayers just weren’t answered. That life is just random and unfair. But as my life grew and evolved after Ryan’s death, I concluded that miracles do happen. But we don’t get to pick and choose what prayers are answered. It doesn’t matter what we so desperately want, we get what is meant for us in life to learn and grow from, even if that means immeasurable suffering and heartbreak. But that doesn’t mean all is lost. It means that life will look different than what we thought or dreamed of, but it can still be beautiful and meaningful. That God isn’t absent when he doesn’t provide exactly what we ask for, but we don’t always receive blessings on our agenda or timeline. I’ve experienced the darkest moments possible and I have felt like life is cruel and that there is no God. And I’ve experienced miracles and the presence of God in many aspects of life. Life is really hard. It is excruciatingly painful at times, and it can also be incredibly beautiful and redemptive. . . . . 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying

Three years ago, I prayed for a miracle. I prayed that my late husband, Ryan, would recover after experiencing a severe anoxic brain injury from a bee sting. Me and God didn’t have much of a relationship back then. I had seldom prayed or asked for anything, but in my darkest hours, I begged him to show up. I begged him to spare my husband’s life so he could come home. Despite my cries and my pleas, Ryan could not recover, and he died at the age of 35, leaving me and our two boys, who were a newborn and toddler at the time. Part of me thought that meant miracles and prayers just weren’t answered. That life is just random and unfair. But as my life grew and evolved after Ryan’s death, I concluded that miracles do happen. But we don’t get to pick and choose what prayers are answered. It doesn’t matter what we so desperately want, we get what is meant for us in life to learn and grow from, even if that means immeasurable suffering and heartbreak. But that doesn’t mean all is lost. It means that life will look different than what we thought or dreamed of, but it can still be beautiful and meaningful. That God isn’t absent when he doesn’t provide exactly what we ask for, but we don’t always receive blessings on our agenda or timeline. I’ve experienced the darkest moments possible and I have felt like life is cruel and that there is no God. And I’ve experienced miracles and the presence of God in many aspects of life. Life is really hard. It is excruciatingly painful at times, and it can also be incredibly beautiful and redemptive. . . . . 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying

It has been a wild, messy, and beautiful ride. In 2021, I lost my husband, Ryan, to a severe anoxic brain injury, and in 2022, he went to Heaven. Since that time, I have fought so hard to find peace and normalcy again—to figure out how to live without him and to find out who I am in a world that he is no longer a part of. I changed careers, fell in love, moved, got married, and my new husband just recently adopted my sons. I wish I could say that I’ve received nothing but love, support, and encouragement but that would be a lie. When we lose someone we love deeply, we do the very best we can to feel alive again. We know we can never get rid of the pain completely, but we want to discover peace and gain control of our lives again. We have no idea what that will look like, but we try our best to figure it out. And often, when we share our lives after a loss, it comes with immense criticism and slander. I have shared my life so openly on social media in the hopes of inspiring other widows and grievers to trust their hearts, even when others may not agree, in the aftermath of unimaginable heartbreak. I share because I know that so many widows and grievers are paralyzed by fear of the backlash. You’ll never regret doing what is best for YOU. I don’t regret never succumbing to the negativity, I am proud that I never allowed it to stop me. Words can stop you from living. But, take it from me, almost 3.5 years later after the worst days of my life. I am happy, at peace, in love, and living MY life. . . . 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying . Grief coach for widows. Helping widows lost in grief find joy and purpose after loss.

It has been a wild, messy, and beautiful ride. In 2021, I lost my husband, Ryan, to a severe anoxic brain injury, and in 2022, he went to Heaven. Since that time, I have fought so hard to find peace and normalcy again—to figure out how to live without him and to find out who I am in a world that he is no longer a part of. I changed careers, fell in love, moved, got married, and my new husband just recently adopted my sons. I wish I could say that I’ve received nothing but love, support, and encouragement but that would be a lie. When we lose someone we love deeply, we do the very best we can to feel alive again. We know we can never get rid of the pain completely, but we want to discover peace and gain control of our lives again. We have no idea what that will look like, but we try our best to figure it out. And often, when we share our lives after a loss, it comes with immense criticism and slander. I have shared my life so openly on social media in the hopes of inspiring other widows and grievers to trust their hearts, even when others may not agree, in the aftermath of unimaginable heartbreak. I share because I know that so many widows and grievers are paralyzed by fear of the backlash. You’ll never regret doing what is best for YOU. I don’t regret never succumbing to the negativity, I am proud that I never allowed it to stop me. Words can stop you from living. But, take it from me, almost 3.5 years later after the worst days of my life. I am happy, at peace, in love, and living MY life. . . . 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying . Grief coach for widows. Helping widows lost in grief find joy and purpose after loss.

Here 🫀 . . . The day of my late husband, Ryan's, funeral was filled with so much love, admiration, and sadness that it was utterly palpable throughout the day. I remember talking to so many people. Friends, family, colleagues, telling me their intentions to check in with the boys and I, invite us to certain events, or change the way they were living their lives in honor of Ryan. Some said they were going to be more present, spend more time with the people they love, or start changing their life for the better because they could and Ryan could not. I think people have good intentions when they make these promises, but I found that there are so very few people that actually follow through. We so quickly forget the gravity of a death when it isn't central to our own lives. For the most part the world kept spinning for everyone else after Ryan's memorial while it felt like my entire world had stopped. I think there are many reasons why people stop showing up after the funeral or memorial. It is incredibly difficult to be so close to visceral pain. Others don't know what to say or do so they do nothing. Some have every good intention but life gets busy and it is easy to separate from a loss when it's not your own. And even others may think they can "catch" tragedy. People change the way they act in the aftermath of death. They may not show up how they promised or how you would expect. And I'm sorry if you're going through this right now❤️ . . . . 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying

Here 🫀 . . . The day of my late husband, Ryan's, funeral was filled with so much love, admiration, and sadness that it was utterly palpable throughout the day. I remember talking to so many people. Friends, family, colleagues, telling me their intentions to check in with the boys and I, invite us to certain events, or change the way they were living their lives in honor of Ryan. Some said they were going to be more present, spend more time with the people they love, or start changing their life for the better because they could and Ryan could not. I think people have good intentions when they make these promises, but I found that there are so very few people that actually follow through. We so quickly forget the gravity of a death when it isn't central to our own lives. For the most part the world kept spinning for everyone else after Ryan's memorial while it felt like my entire world had stopped. I think there are many reasons why people stop showing up after the funeral or memorial. It is incredibly difficult to be so close to visceral pain. Others don't know what to say or do so they do nothing. Some have every good intention but life gets busy and it is easy to separate from a loss when it's not your own. And even others may think they can "catch" tragedy. People change the way they act in the aftermath of death. They may not show up how they promised or how you would expect. And I'm sorry if you're going through this right now❤️ . . . . 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying

Replying to @Kaley Kilmer I don’t like sharing too many pictures like this out of the sake of my daughters privacy but I hope this helps! #foodallergymom #peanutallergy #milkallergy #anaphylaxis #fyp #greenscreen

Replying to @Kaley Kilmer I don’t like sharing too many pictures like this out of the sake of my daughters privacy but I hope this helps! #foodallergymom #peanutallergy #milkallergy #anaphylaxis #fyp #greenscreen

I am offering (for the next 24 hours only), a signed copy of my first book, "Running in Trauma Stilettos," when you preorder my upcoming book, available on March 5, "What Must Be Carried." 1. DM "carried" to preorder my new book 2. DM "gift" to claim your free gift An excerpt from the chapter of my book titled "When the Grief Lasagnas Stop Coming" The grief lasagnas and everything else had stopped. The “just checking in to see how you and the boys are doing and if you needed anything,” texts stopped. The sympathy cards with encouraging messages and bible verses delicately written in cursive that once flooded my mailbox were replaced by outstanding medical bills, useless flyers for window and lawn services, and other mail addressed to “The Estate of Ryan Allen.” My world had stopped, but everyone else had returned to their own worlds. Meanwhile, I had a behemoth boulder on my chest that I was battling with no relief in sight. I swiped out of Facebook and clicked the side of my phone to turn on the lock screen. I couldn’t look at any more happy faces when I felt so far away from that feeling. I had forgotten what “happy” even felt like. Tears dropped from my eyes onto Leo’s sleep sack and were swallowed up by olive green fabric. I missed Ryan. I missed our life together. “I wish you were here,” I whispered to the portrait of Ryan in his police uniform that I could faintly see through the darkness in front of me, next to Leo’s changing table. It still didn’t feel real. I realized I was still rocking back and forth and holding a bottle to Leo’s mouth with the other hand. . . . . 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying

I am offering (for the next 24 hours only), a signed copy of my first book, "Running in Trauma Stilettos," when you preorder my upcoming book, available on March 5, "What Must Be Carried." 1. DM "carried" to preorder my new book 2. DM "gift" to claim your free gift An excerpt from the chapter of my book titled "When the Grief Lasagnas Stop Coming" The grief lasagnas and everything else had stopped. The “just checking in to see how you and the boys are doing and if you needed anything,” texts stopped. The sympathy cards with encouraging messages and bible verses delicately written in cursive that once flooded my mailbox were replaced by outstanding medical bills, useless flyers for window and lawn services, and other mail addressed to “The Estate of Ryan Allen.” My world had stopped, but everyone else had returned to their own worlds. Meanwhile, I had a behemoth boulder on my chest that I was battling with no relief in sight. I swiped out of Facebook and clicked the side of my phone to turn on the lock screen. I couldn’t look at any more happy faces when I felt so far away from that feeling. I had forgotten what “happy” even felt like. Tears dropped from my eyes onto Leo’s sleep sack and were swallowed up by olive green fabric. I missed Ryan. I missed our life together. “I wish you were here,” I whispered to the portrait of Ryan in his police uniform that I could faintly see through the darkness in front of me, next to Leo’s changing table. It still didn’t feel real. I realized I was still rocking back and forth and holding a bottle to Leo’s mouth with the other hand. . . . . 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying

I’ll never forget the first time I had to check off the “widowed” box. I had finally made the time to get an annual physical at my family doctor, and I had to update the forms. They had given me my old records to help me fill out the new ones, and when I got to the marital status box, I froze. The old records had the “married” box checked off. My emergency contact was my husband, Ryan, who had just recently died. My brain was still adjusting to my widow status, and I didn’t yet truly feel “unmarried.” I hadn’t wanted to end our relationship, but death had made that decision for the both of us—a decision we would have never made. I thought about just checking off the “married” box again, not wanting to put yet another thing into the universe to solidify that Ryan was gone, and I was truly a widowed mom of two little boys. I hesitated momentarily and finally checked off the “widowed” box. I didn’t want any confusion or questions that would force me to say more times than I had to, “My husband is dead.” If you’re a widow or have lost someone you love, you have probably faced this type of situation on multiple occasions. When the world demands that we define our loss and our status in the world, even when we haven’t even caught up to the reality of our loss—when acceptance and peace of our new world without the person we love feels impossible. It feels like yet another stab to the heart when we have to tell the world over and over again of our heartbreak and what we have to carry with us every day. Share in the comments what a landmine for your grief is ⬇️ . . . . 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying

I’ll never forget the first time I had to check off the “widowed” box. I had finally made the time to get an annual physical at my family doctor, and I had to update the forms. They had given me my old records to help me fill out the new ones, and when I got to the marital status box, I froze. The old records had the “married” box checked off. My emergency contact was my husband, Ryan, who had just recently died. My brain was still adjusting to my widow status, and I didn’t yet truly feel “unmarried.” I hadn’t wanted to end our relationship, but death had made that decision for the both of us—a decision we would have never made. I thought about just checking off the “married” box again, not wanting to put yet another thing into the universe to solidify that Ryan was gone, and I was truly a widowed mom of two little boys. I hesitated momentarily and finally checked off the “widowed” box. I didn’t want any confusion or questions that would force me to say more times than I had to, “My husband is dead.” If you’re a widow or have lost someone you love, you have probably faced this type of situation on multiple occasions. When the world demands that we define our loss and our status in the world, even when we haven’t even caught up to the reality of our loss—when acceptance and peace of our new world without the person we love feels impossible. It feels like yet another stab to the heart when we have to tell the world over and over again of our heartbreak and what we have to carry with us every day. Share in the comments what a landmine for your grief is ⬇️ . . . . 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying

Fun times 🤪.....comment below with a story about dark humor you used to survive. . . . 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying

“I don’t know how you’re doing it,” is a phrase I heard often after the medical event that cost my husband his life. I was pregnant with a toddler when everything fell apart and I had to figure out how to survive, take care of and raise my children, and be in the world without my chosen person. Now, almost 4 years after the single event that completely altered the trajectory of my life, and I’ve been able to find my way out of the heavy and suffocating early days of grief, I hear a different phrase, “How did you do it?” And although so much can be attributed to how I survived my darkest days, there is a phase that always comes to mind: One moment at a time. You see living after a life-altering loss isn't about a big transformation. It isn't a light switch you turn on and off or having an epitome and being "done" with your grief and just moving forward with ease. This is the truth. When we lose someone we love, grief never leaves us. It is ours forever to manage, navigate, and cope with. The goal isn't to get rid of it or extinguish it, but to learn to carry, hold, and integrate it into your day-to-day life and learn how to experience the broad spectrum of human experiences along with the pain. Grief is about taking each moment as it comes and allowing yourself to experience all of the emotions and tending to each one. You survive by allowing grief and pain to exist among the joy and peace and letting yourself appreciate the beautiful things in life. Getting up each day and taking it one moment at a time. . . . . 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying

“I don’t know how you’re doing it,” is a phrase I heard often after the medical event that cost my husband his life. I was pregnant with a toddler when everything fell apart and I had to figure out how to survive, take care of and raise my children, and be in the world without my chosen person. Now, almost 4 years after the single event that completely altered the trajectory of my life, and I’ve been able to find my way out of the heavy and suffocating early days of grief, I hear a different phrase, “How did you do it?” And although so much can be attributed to how I survived my darkest days, there is a phase that always comes to mind: One moment at a time. You see living after a life-altering loss isn't about a big transformation. It isn't a light switch you turn on and off or having an epitome and being "done" with your grief and just moving forward with ease. This is the truth. When we lose someone we love, grief never leaves us. It is ours forever to manage, navigate, and cope with. The goal isn't to get rid of it or extinguish it, but to learn to carry, hold, and integrate it into your day-to-day life and learn how to experience the broad spectrum of human experiences along with the pain. Grief is about taking each moment as it comes and allowing yourself to experience all of the emotions and tending to each one. You survive by allowing grief and pain to exist among the joy and peace and letting yourself appreciate the beautiful things in life. Getting up each day and taking it one moment at a time. . . . . 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying

I was asked recently why I have devoted my professional life to helping those grieving devastating losses when I have to carry my own grief from the death of my husband. The truth is that when my late husband, Ryan, died the pull of the darkness was so strong, it scared me. It was so easy to surrender and allow grief to overwhelm me to the point where I was breathing, but I wasn’t living. I understood that when people go through life-altering losses, this can be and often is the reason for people to stop living, and I knew I deserved better, and grievers deserve better. It was a matter of being the person who shows those struggling how to help themselves through an experience that you can easily lose yourself in. I also realized after Ryan died how ill-prepared I was to experience grief. I felt scared, confused, and lost because there had been nothing in my life prior that taught me what the grief experience is really like. I learned that grief is much more complex than what I learned from family members, school, or mainstream media. There were many experiences and feelings I lived through that felt taboo or shameful because I didn’t know it was normal in grief. I wanted to shed light on the real and raw parts of grief so no one would have to feel as alone as I did. I hope this helps you realize that so many things you’re experiencing right now in grief are completely normal. You’re not crazy. There is nothing wrong with you, and you’re not “behind” if you’re struggling. See below for grief resources and how to work with me. . . . 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying . . . Grief coach for widows. Helping widows lost in grief find joy and purpose after loss.

I was asked recently why I have devoted my professional life to helping those grieving devastating losses when I have to carry my own grief from the death of my husband. The truth is that when my late husband, Ryan, died the pull of the darkness was so strong, it scared me. It was so easy to surrender and allow grief to overwhelm me to the point where I was breathing, but I wasn’t living. I understood that when people go through life-altering losses, this can be and often is the reason for people to stop living, and I knew I deserved better, and grievers deserve better. It was a matter of being the person who shows those struggling how to help themselves through an experience that you can easily lose yourself in. I also realized after Ryan died how ill-prepared I was to experience grief. I felt scared, confused, and lost because there had been nothing in my life prior that taught me what the grief experience is really like. I learned that grief is much more complex than what I learned from family members, school, or mainstream media. There were many experiences and feelings I lived through that felt taboo or shameful because I didn’t know it was normal in grief. I wanted to shed light on the real and raw parts of grief so no one would have to feel as alone as I did. I hope this helps you realize that so many things you’re experiencing right now in grief are completely normal. You’re not crazy. There is nothing wrong with you, and you’re not “behind” if you’re struggling. See below for grief resources and how to work with me. . . . 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying . . . Grief coach for widows. Helping widows lost in grief find joy and purpose after loss.

Relationships are hard work. Relationships with those who have been through a life-altering loss that changes and affects them forever are so much more complex and messy. My husband, Anthony, is my oak tree. Oak trees symbolize strength, endurance, and wisdom. Oaks have thick, strong trunks and branches that spread wide. Oaks don’t buckle or break from the wind, or storms, or other treacherous weather. They bear whatever comes their way. I am the weather (good and bad) in this equation. My grief, my past, my darkness is something that Anthony has had to bear witness to and learn how to move through with me. He has seen me at my absolute worst, my most broken, and vulnerable. He has also seen me at my best when I am the most vibrant and joyful version of myself. That’s the thing about an oak tree, they aren’t afraid of the storm because they know it will pass and the sun will shine again. They know that the hard, tumultuous, uncertain times are so worth the time when the sun shines again. Anthony has been able to embrace every part of me and has chosen to love me and my two beautiful boys every day no matter what. Loving a widow isn’t easy. It takes patience and understanding. We are the storm, but we are also the sunshine. We have our good days and our bad days. But we love with everything in us. We embrace life like each day could be our last. We are strong, brave, courageous, and resilient. We are worth loving and staying for. We just need to find an oak tree. . . . 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying

Relationships are hard work. Relationships with those who have been through a life-altering loss that changes and affects them forever are so much more complex and messy. My husband, Anthony, is my oak tree. Oak trees symbolize strength, endurance, and wisdom. Oaks have thick, strong trunks and branches that spread wide. Oaks don’t buckle or break from the wind, or storms, or other treacherous weather. They bear whatever comes their way. I am the weather (good and bad) in this equation. My grief, my past, my darkness is something that Anthony has had to bear witness to and learn how to move through with me. He has seen me at my absolute worst, my most broken, and vulnerable. He has also seen me at my best when I am the most vibrant and joyful version of myself. That’s the thing about an oak tree, they aren’t afraid of the storm because they know it will pass and the sun will shine again. They know that the hard, tumultuous, uncertain times are so worth the time when the sun shines again. Anthony has been able to embrace every part of me and has chosen to love me and my two beautiful boys every day no matter what. Loving a widow isn’t easy. It takes patience and understanding. We are the storm, but we are also the sunshine. We have our good days and our bad days. But we love with everything in us. We embrace life like each day could be our last. We are strong, brave, courageous, and resilient. We are worth loving and staying for. We just need to find an oak tree. . . . 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying

The question “when should I take off my wedding rings?” after a spouse passes is a PERSONAL one. I have found that it can often be a topic that causes many strong opinions. Here are important takeaways: (1) What one widow or widower does with their wedding rings does not have to be what you do with yours. I took mine off right after my husband died because that was the action that was the least painful for me. It helped ground me to my new reality. This is what helped me, but you have to decide what works for you. Know that what you decide to do now may change in the future as your identity and grief change, and that’s OK! (2) If you do decide to date again and begin another relationship, if wearing your wedding rings brings you comfort and connection to your spouse that has passed, I think that is something to articulate to the person you’re dating or in a relationship with. If something is important to you and helps with your grieving process, someone who cares for you will understand and support that decision. There are people out there who will take the time to understand your grief, hold space for the vulnerable parts of yourself, and encourage you to express your love and pain in ways that feel the most authentic to you. (3) If something in your life after the death of your spouse brings you more pain than comfort, it may be time to evaluate what is causing you so much pain and consider changing it. If something like wearing your wedding rings provides comfort and connection in a supportive and healthy way, there is nothing wrong with it! You do you. I hope this helps. . . . . 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying

The question “when should I take off my wedding rings?” after a spouse passes is a PERSONAL one. I have found that it can often be a topic that causes many strong opinions. Here are important takeaways: (1) What one widow or widower does with their wedding rings does not have to be what you do with yours. I took mine off right after my husband died because that was the action that was the least painful for me. It helped ground me to my new reality. This is what helped me, but you have to decide what works for you. Know that what you decide to do now may change in the future as your identity and grief change, and that’s OK! (2) If you do decide to date again and begin another relationship, if wearing your wedding rings brings you comfort and connection to your spouse that has passed, I think that is something to articulate to the person you’re dating or in a relationship with. If something is important to you and helps with your grieving process, someone who cares for you will understand and support that decision. There are people out there who will take the time to understand your grief, hold space for the vulnerable parts of yourself, and encourage you to express your love and pain in ways that feel the most authentic to you. (3) If something in your life after the death of your spouse brings you more pain than comfort, it may be time to evaluate what is causing you so much pain and consider changing it. If something like wearing your wedding rings provides comfort and connection in a supportive and healthy way, there is nothing wrong with it! You do you. I hope this helps. . . . . 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying

If you’re feeling overwhelmed and lost from the cascade of grief you are tasked with having to come to terms with and you’re struggling with living a life that doesn’t feel suffocating with grief, I understand. There are so many layers of grief we experience when our person dies because grief is never *just* the primary loss of your person, there are so many other things you must grieve, process, and learn to find peace with. Since my husband died I’ve had to not only grieve the loss of him but so much more: *I grieve for my husband and the life he doesn’t get to live. *I grieve for my sons and the loss they have suffered. *I grieve for the loss of my identity. *I grieve a planned future that was shattered. *I grieve for those who also suffered a tremendous loss. *I grieve how life and relationships are so different now. If you’ve lost someone you love, you understand that the day your person died you didn’t just lose them but you had to endure so much additional loss. Countless losses that are invisible to most people but weigh heavily on your heart. What you’re tasked with right now is so difficult, and I want you to know that you’re not alone. This is hard because someone you love is dead and that will never be fair, but I also want you to know that it is possible to feel alive again and for your grief to not feel so heavy. If you’re ready to learn how to carry your grief in a way that feels authentic and manageable to you and also create a life you love after loss, see below for grief resources and support ❤️ . . . 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying

If you’re feeling overwhelmed and lost from the cascade of grief you are tasked with having to come to terms with and you’re struggling with living a life that doesn’t feel suffocating with grief, I understand. There are so many layers of grief we experience when our person dies because grief is never *just* the primary loss of your person, there are so many other things you must grieve, process, and learn to find peace with. Since my husband died I’ve had to not only grieve the loss of him but so much more: *I grieve for my husband and the life he doesn’t get to live. *I grieve for my sons and the loss they have suffered. *I grieve for the loss of my identity. *I grieve a planned future that was shattered. *I grieve for those who also suffered a tremendous loss. *I grieve how life and relationships are so different now. If you’ve lost someone you love, you understand that the day your person died you didn’t just lose them but you had to endure so much additional loss. Countless losses that are invisible to most people but weigh heavily on your heart. What you’re tasked with right now is so difficult, and I want you to know that you’re not alone. This is hard because someone you love is dead and that will never be fair, but I also want you to know that it is possible to feel alive again and for your grief to not feel so heavy. If you’re ready to learn how to carry your grief in a way that feels authentic and manageable to you and also create a life you love after loss, see below for grief resources and support ❤️ . . . 💌DM "Support" for 1:1 grief support 💌DM "Retreat" for my widow's retreat 💌DM "Carried" to preorder my 2nd book 💌DM "Running " for my book 💌DM "Email" to sign up for my list . . . #grievingprocess #griefcoach #griefjourney #youngwidow #youngwidows #widowedandyoung #widow #widows #widowhood #widowlife #widowed #widowedmom #anaphylaxis #anaphylacticshock #anoxia #anoxicbraininjury #anoxic #death #griefandloss #deathanddying

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