For some months now, I have been feeling good, my is life is starting to light up again, my relationship with my children, my fitness levels, my productivity at work, have all been going well..  But, I woke up this morning feeling exhausted, with no energy and low..   What happened?

I continued with my daily routine, and then I remembered.., today we mark 18 months since he is gone.  Then I recalled how I was feeling one year ago on this day…  I did not want to get out bed, I screamed, I shouted, I cried, I did not want to see anyone… I wrote in my journal and tried capturing my feelings in a painting in an effort to release my pain, allowing it to live in art and not in my body, and although it made me feel better, I couldn’t wait for the day to be over.

It is true when they say that the body holds memory, it remembers the good days and the bad..  We may try keeping busy or blocking the memories out of our mind, but our body remembers, it will let us know somehow or another until we listen.

It is ok to let our guard down from time to time and feel the pain, it is ok to listen to our body, we are human after all.   

My recommendation, honour the day, light up a candle, say a prayer, spend some time in nature with your own thoughts.  Do something to mark the day, but don’t allow it to drag you down, like with waves, feel them and then, let them pass..