Navigating Grief : One Day at a Time


Lately, I’ve been reflecting on my journey, and if I’m being honest, I haven’t been my best self. It often feels like there’s always some obstacle to overcome, one challenge after another.

On the 5th of February, I gave birth to a stillborn baby boy—something I never expected, something I never imagined I would have to face. We were so excited to welcome him into our family, and the loss has been incredibly painful. There are no words that truly capture the depth of emotions that come with losing a child.

During this time, I’ve been meditating on the verse, “What do you do when the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak?” I find myself in that exact place—knowing what I need to do but struggling to find the strength to do it.

I’ve been trying to get back into my online fitness classes, to regain some sense of normalcy, but every time I make progress, something happens that sets me back. It’s frustrating. I know working out would help me feel better, but I just don’t feel like it. And yet, deep down, I know that moving my body could be a form of healing, a way to reconnect with myself.

Right now, I’m simply taking each day as it comes. Some days feel lighter, and others feel impossibly heavy. And that’s okay. Grief isn’t linear, and healing isn’t a straight path. I’m learning to give myself grace, to honor my emotions, and to trust that even in this difficult season, I will find my way forward.

If you’re going through something hard, know that you are not alone. Be gentle with yourself. Take one step at a time. And on the days when you don’t feel strong, let your spirit carry you until your body is ready to follow.

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