Grief Lives In The Body

A Whispers from My Wild Soul Post

Grief lives in the body

and eventually, it asks to be released.

Grief doesn’t always arrive in waves of tears.

Sometimes it settles in as silence.

Sometimes it turns to stone inside of us.

And sometimes, it waits—quietly, patiently—until we are strong enough to let it surface.

We don’t always realize we’re carrying it.

But the body knows.

The Physical Signs of Stored Grief

Grief that’s gone unprocessed doesn’t just disappear.

It embeds itself into our muscles, our cells, our breath.

Here’s how stored grief often shows up:

• Chronic fatigue

• A heavy chest or shallow breathing

• Jaw tension, shoulder pain, tight neck

• Disconnection from the body or dissociation

• Digestive issues and gut tension

• Difficulty sleeping or needing too much sleep

• A hunched or collapsed posture

• Emotional outbursts that feel "random"

• Heightened sensitivity to noise, light, or stimulation

Your body holds what your soul wasn’t ready to feel.

What your mind pushed aside in order to survive.

When Grief Finally Surfaces

Grief was one of the last things I let myself touch in my own healing.

Because here’s the truth:

To grieve, truly grieve, you have to love yourself enough to mean it.

Not in a way that sounds like victimhood.

Not in the early, angry place of screaming “I didn’t deserve this!” while still secretly believing you did.

But in the deeper, quieter knowing that says:

“You are incredible. And I’m so sorry for what you had to endure.”

And when that moment comes—when you finally care for yourself the way you always wished someone else would—that’s when grief pours in. Not as weakness, but as reverence.

It is the sacred mourning of all the versions of you who were unloved, unseen, betrayed, neglected, abandoned, or harmed.

It is the moment you stop gaslighting yourself.

And you choose to feel what no one else was willing to witness.

The Two Roads of Grief

Some people never get there.

Grief hardens them.

It calcifies in the body and becomes armor.

It becomes shutdown. It becomes control. It becomes bitterness and walls and distrust. It shapes the choices they make—the relationships they sabotage, the risks they never take, the vulnerability they avoid.

Grief left unattended protects, but it also restricts.

But in others—in those who are willing to sit with it—grief becomes something else entirely.

It becomes compassion.

It becomes softness.

When you’ve done the work to face your own pain, you become someone who can hold space for others. Not because you’ve intellectualized it, but because you’ve lived it.

You don’t want anyone else to go through what you did.

And if they do, you want to be someone who can see them in it.

This is the alchemy of grief.

The turning of pain into medicine.

The holy transmutation of sorrow into soul.

Goddess of Compassion: Kuan Yin

When working with grief, you can call on Kuan Yin.

She is the embodiment of divine compassion and mercy.

But don’t mistake that for passivity.

Kuan Yin doesn’t bypass pain.

She meets it.

She hears every cry.

She turns toward suffering with love, not avoidance. And she teaches us how to do the same—with our own grief, with the pain of others, with the weight we carry in our bones.

She stands beside the tenderhearted, the empaths, the soft-spoken warriors who carry lifetimes of sorrow and still choose to love.

Working with her might look like:

• Placing a hand over your heart and saying, “I see your pain. And I love you still.”

• Sitting in quiet meditation and visualizing her pouring radiant light over your grief.

• Lighting a candle and speaking the names or stories of the versions of you who were never grieved.

Crystals for Holding & Honoring Grief

If you need physical support in this process, these stones are gentle, powerful allies:

Apache Tear – a gentle form of obsidian known for drawing out deep sorrow and helping you release emotional weight in a safe, grounded way

Rhodonite – softens the sharp edges of grief, helping bring balance to the heart and nervous system

Moonstone – a stone of emotional fluidity, sacred feminine, and letting go

Hold them. Sleep with them. Breathe with them on your chest. Let them be companions as you grieve and release.

This Is Your Threshold

You are feeling it, aren't you?

This grief tucked away in your body, your breath, your energy—it’s rising now for a reason.

This is your invitation to finally let it move.

My Autumn Release Healing Sessions are designed for exactly this moment.

They are sacred containers for emotional release, energetic clearing, and spiritual recalibration.

We meet your grief with reverence.

We clear the residue with compassion.

We make space for your next season—one that doesn’t carry this weight.

Book your session and let’s meet you where you are.

Let’s process it, honor it, and release it—together.

You are not alone.

You never were.

And now…you are ready.

Whispers from My Wild Soul

A blog series of soul remembering, healing, and transformation

These are the quiet truths that rise up when we slow down.

Reflections from the threshold of midlife, where the old stories begin to fall away and the wild soul stirs awake.

Here, I write from the heart—about crone wisdom, spiritual awakening, and the rituals that root me to the Earth and to myself.

These whispers are an invitation to return home to your own wise, wild soul.