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<p>I thought I knew what grief was. After all I'm a Psychologist who is trained to deal with such traumas. None of that mattered when I lost my husband best friend and soul mate Jim on a typical Wednesday. In the blink of an eye. My world exploded in that blink and I've been picking up the shattered pieces ever since. </p><p><br></p><p>Grief is lonely. Suffocating. It knocks you to your knees and consumes your entire world. And the journey through it is different for everyone. </p><p><br></p><p>I learned this the hard way after many months of trying to grieve the way others expected me to. After months of torturing myself honestly. Until I literally couldn't stand it anymore. I hurt so much that I stopped listening to everyone except myself. </p><p><br></p><p>That's when my healing journey began. This is my story of grieving MY WAY. I hope it helps you learn to listen to yourself to live life YOUR WAY and to find hope that whatever you're currently facing you will get through it.</p>