Is It Possible to Outrun the Grief?
I most recently took a break from my life and went on a trip to Spain. After severe grief for 783 days since Dean passed, 762 days since Dad passed and 156 days since Tia left my world, I thought a vacation might change the energy of my chronic anguish. I have to say, leaving town put my emotional state on pause, with occasional bursts of tears that I hid behind my sunglasses and from well intentioned eyes. The excitement of visiting a country of my heritage was a distraction and I crossed one more thing off my bucket list. I didn’t intentionally block my feelings, but focused on all that was new and exciting around me. I wanted to feel alive and happy. The visit to my father’s ancestor’s homeland was amazing and magical. But after eighteen days, I was ready to come home. As I merged back into my normal routine, I was frustrated that sadness had seeped back into my soul. I felt I had turned a corner on my emotional journey in taking the long-anticip