Grief can make you feel as though something has gone wrong inside you—your sleep disrupted, your thoughts scattered, your body heavy or restless. Many people worry that they are “not coping well enough” or that they should be further along than they are.
This is not failure.
It is not weakness.
It is not something wrong with you.
Grief affects the nervous system, the breath, and the body before it ever becomes a thought. It often arrives in waves—sometimes quiet, sometimes overwhelming—and it does not follow a straight line or a predictable timeline.
Grief has been understood as a natural response to love and loss, not a condition to be cured. What you may be experiencing—difficulty sleeping, emotional numbness, sudden emotion, fatigue, or mental fog—are common human responses to profound change.
In Traditional Chinese Medicine, grief is most closely associated with the Lung system, which governs breath, rhythm, immunity, and the ability to let go.
Prolonged or unexpressed grief is believed to weaken Lung qi, leading to symptoms such as:
From a TCM perspective, grief constricts downward movement in the body, interrupting the natural rhythm of inhale and exhale—both physically and emotionally.
Healing does not involve suppressing grief, but supporting breath, gentle movement, and seasonal alignment, particularly in autumn, the season traditionally associated with the lungs and the process of release.
Grief is understood as a natural emotional response to loss, but one that requires circulation and support. When grief is acknowledged and allowed to move—through breath, presence, and time—it is less likely to become lodged in the body.
In Sufi traditions, grief is often understood as the pain that arises when love encounters separation—not as a flaw, but as evidence of devotion and depth of feeling.
Sufi poetry and teachings frequently describe grief as a refining fire—one that softens the ego and opens the heart toward humility, compassion, and remembrance (dhikr).
The ache of loss is not seen as punishment, but as a reminder of impermanence and the soul’s longing for connection.
Importantly, grief is not meant to be carried alone.
In traditional Sufi contexts, suffering is held within community, prayer, poetry, and shared remembrance.
Expression—through words, tears, or silence—is considered a natural movement of the heart.
Rather than seeking closure, the Sufi path emphasizes integration: allowing grief to deepen love rather than harden it and letting sorrow become a bridge to greater empathy for the suffering of others.
In Aboriginal Australian societies grief has traditionally been understood as a communal responsibility.
Loss was not borne silently by the individual, but shared among family, kinship networks, and community.
Anthropological records describe grief as:
In these cultures, grief was not something to “get over.” It was something to be integrated into life, with the support of others and the rhythms of the natural world.
Buddhist traditions recognize grief as the meeting point between love and impermanence.
Rather than denying grief or clinging to it, suffering is met with awareness, compassion, and presence.
Grief is not judged.
It is not rushed.
It is observed with care.
This approach does not seek to eliminate pain, but to prevent suffering from turning into isolation or self-blame.
In yogic philosophy, grief is understood as a vritti—a movement within the mind and nervous system.
The goal is not suppression but witnessing without identification.
Breath, posture, and stillness were historically used not to remove grief, but to create enough internal stability to remain present with it.
Only recently has Western psychology begun to recognize what older cultures already knew:
Yes — there’s a very strong, scientifically and spiritually coherent connection between repressed or unintegrated grief, hypervigilance from early trauma, and chronic insomnia.
You’re already intuiting it: the same energy that once kept you alive (that fight-ready nervous system) is the same one that now keeps you awake when it should be resting.
Let’s unpack it clearly, from both lenses we operate through — physiological and yogic.
When someone experiences a sudden loss or grows up in an unpredictable or aggressive environment, the nervous system adapts to stay on alert.
That survival mode keeps cortisol and adrenaline levels chronically elevated. Over time:
So even decades later, the body may still behave as though a fight could break out at any time — muscles tight, heart rate elevated, and the mind scanning for danger. That makes deep sleep physiologically unsafe to the body’s survival wiring, even if your conscious mind knows you’re fine.
When you lie down to rest, your primitive brain might still be saying, “Sleep = vulnerability.”
Hence the struggle: awareness wants peace, but the body has learned vigilance.
Sit or lie down in a quiet place. Let your body be supported. Close your eyes if it feels safe to do so.
Begin to breathe slowly and gently. Inhale through your nose for a count of four. Hold for a moment. Exhale slowly through your mouth for a count of six. Repeat this rhythm for a few rounds, letting your body start to soften.
Bring your attention to the center of your chest—your heart space. Imagine your breath moving in and out of your heart. If you’re holding pain, grief, or tension there, don’t push it away. Just notice. Allow yourself to feel whatever arises, without judgment.
I am safe to feel. I am safe to heal. Grief is love, seeking a new path. Each breath is a step toward peace.
Let go of the mantra. Just be. Breathe softly. Let your awareness expand gently. Feel the ground beneath you, the support around you, and the breath within you. When you're ready, slowly open your eyes.

My son Donovan was born with Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome. At just six days old, he underwent his first open-heart surgery. Over the next three years, he would endure three more open-heart procedures, a stroke, and several other lifesaving interventions—ultimately leading to a heart transplant in 2007.
During those difficult years, we met dozens of families facing similar medical challenges. Tragically, many of those babies did not survive. I saw my first child-sized coffin in 2005. (Rest in peace, Kayla.) Bearing witness to those losses and being present for grieving parents changed me forever. The experience left me not only grappling with my own anguish but also carrying deep empathy and emotional pain for others.
It took many years to find any sense of peace.
Donovan went on to thrive for 17 beautiful years. He became not just my son, but my brother, my confidant, and my dear friend. Then, on the last day of August 2023, Donovan passed away peacefully in his sleep due to complications from his transplant—specifically hardening of the arteries at the graft site.
There are no words that can fully express the grief of losing a child you loved with your whole being.
And yet, by the grace of God—and through the grounding, healing practice of yoga—I am here to talk about it.
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