When I read about grief, I begin to think about the things I’ve losses and the things I’m scared to lose.

I have so much love to give and so much to share with others, but I’m also scared of the process and the naysayers.

I feel like I should’ve be, yet I am.

I don’t want to feel and be so constricted, but then when I have space I don’t necessarily know what to do with it.

I haven’t been dancing and I’ve been avoiding past tools.

It’s like I no longer feel comfortable or drawn to use them.

I’m grieving a stage of my life that I enjoyed and a part of me that felt free.