I’ve done my own apprenticeship to grief and come out the other side ready and passionate to help you navigate and befriend grief. I’ve risen from these ashes like a phoenix and I’m an example of this process.
Back in 2012, my life partner crashed his mountain bike, broke his neck and was thrust into a life of quadriplegia or paralysis from the chest down. Our life as we knew it stopped and we had to navigate so much. At some point along the way, I heard a voice that said-“Pay attention, this will come in handy some day.”
And that someday is now where I offer you tools that helped me. I use out of the box tools along with traditional psychotherapy modalities to help you come right side up again in grief.
I’m steeped in these healing modalities to serve you:
I’m a full hearted creative human who is doing her best to balance the grief with the beauty in this modern world. I’m a cis-gendered female. I was raised Lutheran and come from a long line of ministers from Sweden and Germans who come from Russia. I’m currently learning more about my ancestors so that I can help you with your own ancestral grief. We especially need to do this here in these United States. I pray to Spirit everyday and connect to the elements while I place my feet on the ground below me to honor the ones who came before me on this Ute, Arapaho, and Cheyenne land. I try my best to steward this land and the black cat Slinky who adopted my partner and me.
I used to call myself the Grief Freak because I was obsessed about researching everything I could about grief after my own loss. “Freak” to me meant someone who is passionate about something and for me that something was grief because I was in it and couldn’t get out of it. I had to surrender to it and befriend it. Eventually I came to realize that the word “freak” wasn’t the best name to describe what I do. The word freak has many meanings, and it’s not my job to change the way you view that word. Rather, my job is to change how you view grief. Grief is medicine. So I decided to be the Grief Friend instead. Yet I will always be that Grief Freak, because to be honest, grief can make you feel like you’re in a weird upside-down world.
So my friend, welcome, and again, I’m so sorry you’re here. In one way or another we’ll all end up in this grief club. Unfortunately in today’s world more people will find themselves with this unwanted club membership. Lastly, if you want to know my full professional history and other life learnings you can view it here: curriculum vitae here.
I humbly bow to you,
Your friend in grief,