I use this blogging platform to write about loss and grief. Most of my readers (and clients in real life) have experienced either the death
Author: Celenia Delsol
I write, I coach, and I speak publicly about "A New Normal: Living & Loving Your Life After Loss." This was not by design. This was after experiencing the loss of my son to suicide in 2010, a cancer diagnosis in 2016, my mother's cancer diagnosis in 2017, my sister's ALS diagnosis in the same year. Loss and more loss and more loss. You'd think I would have curled up into a ball or hidden in a cave. And yes, that was appealing for a while with each new calamity. But I am a survivor. Many of us are. I write because it helped me make sense of the absurdity of life, and I share my writing because people let me know that it speaks to them. I write with others because the interaction feeds my mind and heart. I coach others because I have something of value to offer those who are on their own journey of grief and healing. I speak to inspire others to carry on when life has not been kind. There is no going back to normal when tragedy strikes. There is only moving forward. Into A NEW NORMAL.
Don’t Be Strong
When we encounter someone who is grieving, we tend to want to say things that will help them feel better, perhaps even help them feel
Unresolved Grief
It’s the coulda-shoulda-wouldas that get us. The unfulfilled dreams, hopes and expectations that haunt us. The things we wish we’d said, or wish we hadn’t.
Unlearning What To Say & Do
What’s one of the first things we’re told when we experience loss as young children? When something disappoints us, or our feelings get hurt, or
Just A Breath Away
I haven’t blogged since the beginning of January. Sometimes it’s important to live an experience, purely immerse oneself in it, without the safety net of
A Good Death?
Living can be hard. Dying – it turns out – can actually be harder. I am grateful to live in a right-to-die state. If I
NY 2019 in NY, NY
Typically, I ring in the New Year at home in California at 9:00 pm Pacific because it’s midnight in New York and I figure it’s
Everything Happens For A Reason. Ha!
Death is a mystery. How it happens, when it happens, to whom it happens. We yearn to understand, to be able to explain why, to
Merry Christmas!
I could not have said this better…
The Church Gets It Wrong
A Washington Post article published on December 15, entitled, “Parents Horrified After Priest Used Teen’s Funeral to Condemn Suicide,” caught my eye. Anything with the
Why You Should Pick Me
Because I’ve been there. To hell and back. Because I have more than an inkling of what lies ahead. I know you don’t care about
The Tattoo I Never Got
Most of the tattooed people I know are women. This seems weird to me (perhaps because of my age – 60). For the longest time,
