Grief and a Green Dreamcatcher
Dear Diary, Displaced grief has been the hardest pill to swallow. My process has always been outspokenness and realness, but these days I’ve been struggling with finding clarity — or something real to say. Grief is hollow. It leaves some kind of space. Mine isn’t a sphere or a cylinder; it’s actually shaped like a heart. A heart that’s been clearing its chakras in the color green. Here’s the freaky, weird, magically non-science part: I bought an all-green dreamcatcher in Trinidad hours before I left. I didn't know at that time that the color green represented the heart chakra until I came back and did a yoga session. It’s also kind of weird that my social worker said explicitly to me, “It’s good you're able to tap into your source energy because that’s all mental health is, it's when we lose our sense of self....” I wanted to hug her. But I did not. I just smiled. It’s a good feeling to have your weird thoughts matched in the t...
