Spiritually, the journey I’m on now is unlike any I’ve experienced before. After the passing of my husband, everything I knew my routines, my sense of safety, even my sense of self was shaken. Grief has a way of bringing life to a standstill while at the same time demanding movement. It insists that we feel, that we pause, that we learn to breathe in a world that looks entirely different.
This journey is deeply personal. It is about learning to live again, to rediscover who I am without the physical presence of the man I shared 14 years of my life with. Yet it’s also about keeping his memory alive not just in photos or stories, but in the quiet strength I carry forward, in the love that still lives inside me, and in the ways I continue to grow because of what we shared.
I’ve come to understand that this path, though painful, is sacred. It is shaping me in ways I never imagined. Each tear, each moment of stillness, each burst of unexpected laughter is part of the process. I am slowly peeling back the layers of who I was and allowing space for who I am becoming.
I don’t have all the answers, and I’ve learned that I don’t need them right now. I simply need to keep showing up for myself, to allow grace, and to trust that healing isn’t linear. I’m not walking away from my husband’s memory I’m walking toward a version of life that carries him with me differently.
I have to go through this, not just to get through it, but to become someone who can hold both love and loss in the same breath, someone who can stand in the sun again, honoring the shadow behind her.
Affirmation:
I honor my grief as a sacred part of my healing. I carry love and memory in my heart as I gently rediscover myself. I trust this journey, even when I do not understand it. Each step I take is a step toward peace.
Thee Juju Aura 
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