Hi friend,
For a long time, I was afraid of my own anger.
Grief has felt like a familiar companion. Constant and somewhat predictable. Anger felt dangerous. Unloving. Like a wildfire I couldn't control. I worried it would make me "too much," ot worse, that it would hurt the people I love.
But the more I've listened to it, the more I've come to understand:
Anger is not the enemy of gr...
Grief and Boundaries: Saying Yes to Yourself When Others Don't
Dear Heart,
Sometimes grief doesn't come from death or ending. Sometimes it comes from the parts of ourselves we've silenced, softened, or surrendered just to be loved or safe.
This week on the blog, I'm exploring the deep connection between grief and boundaries. How the quiet ache beneath every "yes" we didn't mean holds wisdom, and how reclaiming our voice, our spaec, and our needs is i...
The ache beneath your grief isn't weakness, it's memory.
Sometimes grief doesn't come with a name.
Sometimes it just feels like exhaustion. A quiet ache.
Or the sense that you've left parts of yourself behind.
This new piece is about those hidden parts, the ones that were never given full permission to be.
It's a love letter to the version of you who stayed soft in a world that asked h...
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