Why Grief Comes in Waves

Deirdre at a beach in Nova Scotia. She is standing on sand looking out at the waves rolling in

As a holistic practitioner, I have the privilege of walking alongside people through many of life’s transitions. Every person’s story is unique. Some seem to ride the waves with grace, while others feel as though they are barely keeping their head above water. Yet even those who appear to be coping well often tell me there are moments when they suddenly feel stuck again.

Which brings me to the question I hear more often than almost any other.

“I thought I was doing better… so why am I suddenly feeling overwhelmed again?”

It is such an honest question. Perhaps beneath it lies another:

“Why does it feel like I’m moving backwards instead of forwards?”

Whether grief has come through the death of someone you love, the end of a relationship, retirement, a move, illness, the loss of a job, or simply realizing that life no longer looks the way you imagined, many people begin to wonder if they are grieving “the right way.”

The truth is, the shoreline of grief rarely follows a straight line.

It comes in waves.

Some days you feel steady. You laugh with friends, enjoy a walk, lose yourself in a good book, or find yourself making plans for the future. Then, without warning, something shifts. A familiar song begins to play. You catch the scent of someone’s perfume. You drive past a place that holds a memory. Suddenly, the emotions return as though no time has passed at all.

It can feel confusing.

You may wonder if you’ve gone backwards.

But what if you haven’t?

What if this is simply how grief works?

For many years, people believed grief moved through a series of stages in a particular order. Today, we understand something quite different. Research shows that most people naturally move back and forth between focusing on their loss and rebuilding their lives. Neither state is better than the other. 

Both are healthy parts of adapting to change.

Take a moment and think about this.

Our minds and bodies are remarkably wise. They are constantly trying to help us make sense of a world that has changed. Sometimes they invite us to slow down, to pause, and to gently reflect before we are ready to move forward.

When something our minds have categorized as important changes, our brains don’t simply erase what was. Instead, they slowly begin adapting to a new reality. During that process, our nervous system responds. Sleep may be disrupted. Concentration can become foggy. Our muscles tighten. We may feel exhausted. At times, we become emotional over something that seems, on the surface, quite small.

But it usually isn’t small.

Often, what we are experiencing is a reminder of something that mattered deeply.

Sometimes our bodies recognize those reminders before our minds do.

The seasons change.

The tides come and go.

The holidays arrive.

A birthday comes and goes.

The smell of fresh bread fills the kitchen.

The first snowfall blankets the ground.

Before we’ve had time to think about it consciously, something within us has already remembered.

Our brains are constantly updating the story of our lives. When someone or something important is no longer there, that story doesn’t change overnight. It takes time for both the mind and the body to adjust to a new reality. 

Perhaps that is why grief can surprise us months or even years later—not because we are being pulled backwards, but because we are still learning to live with what has changed.

Perhaps there is nothing to fix.

Perhaps there is simply something to understand.

Perhaps your mind is trying to make sense of what has changed.

Perhaps your body is responding exactly as it was designed to.

Perhaps your heart is simply remembering someone or something that has shaped your life.

One of the kindest things we can do for ourselves is to stop judging those moments. Instead of asking, “Why am I still grieving?” perhaps we might gently ask, “What is this moment asking me to notice?

Maybe it is inviting you to rest.

Maybe it is reminding you of love.

Maybe it is asking for compassion.

Or maybe it is simply acknowledging that something important has changed.

This is one of the reasons I speak so often about PAUSE.

Not because it removes grief.

Not because it promises that the waves will stop.

But because it invites us to become present with what is happening rather than fighting against it.

When we pause, we create space to notice our breath, our thoughts, and the sensations within our bodies. We become curious instead of critical. We stop asking ourselves to “get over it” and begin allowing ourselves to simply be where we are.

That small shift can be profoundly healing.

The waves may become gentler over time.

They may come farther apart.

Yet they often continue to visit us throughout our lives.

Perhaps that isn’t a sign that something is wrong.

Perhaps it is a reflection of how deeply we have loved, how significantly life has shifted, and how beautifully human it is to remember.

Moving through grief is not about making the waves disappear.

Perhaps healing isn’t about calmer seas.

Perhaps healing is discovering that we don’t have to fear the waves quite so much. We begin to trust that they will come… and they will go. And with each one, we learn a little more about ourselves.

Sometimes the most compassionate thing we can do is simply PAUSE… breathe… and let the wave pass through.

The seasons change.

The tides come and go.

The holidays arrive.

A birthday comes and goes.

The smell of fresh bread fills the kitchen.

The first snowfall blankets the ground.

Before we’ve had time to think about it consciously, something within us has already remembered.

Our brains are constantly updating the story of our lives. When someone or something important is no longer there, that story doesn’t change overnight. It takes time for both the mind and the body to adjust to a new reality. 

Perhaps that is why grief can surprise us months or even years later—not because we are being pulled backwards, but because we are still learning to live with what has changed.

Perhaps there is nothing to fix.

Perhaps there is simply something to understand.

Perhaps your mind is trying to make sense of what has changed.

Perhaps your body is responding exactly as it was designed to.

Perhaps your heart is simply remembering someone or something that has shaped your life.

One of the kindest things we can do for ourselves is to stop judging those moments. Instead of asking, “Why am I still grieving?” perhaps we might gently ask, “What is this moment asking me to notice?”

Maybe it is inviting you to rest.

Maybe it is reminding you of love.

Maybe it is asking for compassion.

Or maybe it is simply acknowledging that something important has changed.

This is one of the reasons I speak so often about PAUSE.

Not because it removes grief.

Not because it promises that the waves will stop.

But because it invites us to become present with what is happening rather than fighting against it.

When we pause, we create space to notice our breath, our thoughts, and the sensations within our bodies. We become curious instead of critical. We stop asking ourselves to “get over it” and begin allowing ourselves to simply be where we are.

That small shift can be profoundly healing.

The waves may become gentler over time.

They may come farther apart.

Yet they often continue to visit us throughout our lives.

Perhaps that isn’t a sign that something is wrong.

Perhaps it is a reflection of how deeply we have loved, how significantly life has shifted, and how beautifully human it is to remember.

Moving through grief is not about making the waves disappear.

Perhaps healing isn’t about calmer seas.

Perhaps healing is discovering that we don’t have to fear the waves quite so much. We begin to trust that they will come… and they will go. And with each one, we learn a little more about ourselves.

Sometimes the most compassionate thing we can do is simply PAUSE… breathe… and let the wave pass through.

Blessings Deirdre

When Life No Longer Fits the Story

Funny how the moment you realize your life no longer fits the story you have been telling yourself can feel unsettling. The instant when everything looks familiar, yet something essential has shifted. The rules that once guided you simply stop working. The identity you have been living and relying upon begins to crack. You may even find yourself staring into a mirror at a reflection you no longer recognize.

Walking up wet leaf covered wooden stairs

It is this feeling of uncertainty that somehow brings me back to the children’s story Through the Looking-Glass.

As a child, I never imagined that Alice’s journey through the mirror had anything to do with real life. It was a whimsical story filled with nonsense and impossible situations. Yet the older I have become, the more I recognize that stepping into a world that looks familiar but no longer makes sense is a reality of its own.

Life has a way of moving whether we are ready or not. Loss, endings, beginnings, unexpected turns, and quiet transformations are woven into the fabric of being human. We spend so much time trying to create certainty that we sometimes forget change is the one companion that never leaves us. Change is inevitable, especially when life no longer fits the story we have been telling ourselves.

I realized this in the days following the passing of my mother. I found myself standing in the middle of a life that looked familiar on the outside but felt completely different on the inside. It was as if all the rules had changed while I was sleeping.

It was then that I remembered the story of Alice.

Most of us spend years building an identity. We learn who we are through family, work, relationships, successes, disappointments, and expectations. We create a story about ourselves and, for a while, it works.

Until it doesn’t.

Sometimes change arrives dramatically—a diagnosis, a death, a divorce, retirement, or a child leaving home. Sometimes it comes quietly. You wake up one morning and realize the things that once defined you no longer fit. The role you played feels too small. The dreams you carried no longer call your name.

Just like that.

Without realizing it, you have stepped through the looking-glass.

The difficult part is that we often try to find our way back. We search for the old map, convinced that once things settle down, life will return to normal.

But what if that old normal is not waiting for us?

What if the purpose of crossing through the mirror was never to return?

Alice spends much of her journey trying to make sense of a world that no longer follows familiar rules. I understand that feeling.

When life changes, we want explanations. We want certainty. We want reassurance that the discomfort will end.

Yet some of life’s most important transitions offer no immediate answers. Grief, healing, and growth ask us to stay present long enough to discover who we are becoming, offering only occasional glimpses back toward who we once were.

This is when we realize that transformation can also be lonely. The people around us may still see the old version of us, and sometimes we do too. But growth rarely asks for permission.

It simply arrives, inviting us to release identities that no longer fit.

The caregiver who must learn to receive support.

The strong one who must allow themselves to grieve.

The achiever who discovers that worth was never tied to accomplishment.

The helper who learns that healing cannot always be given away but must also be received.

These moments feel like endings, but they are also beginnings.

The mirror does not simply show us who we were. It reveals possibilities we could not see before—perhaps because we were not yet ready to see them.

Over time, I have come to believe that many of life’s challenges invite us into a deeper relationship with ourselves. Not because suffering is necessary, but because change often removes the distractions that kept us from seeing clearly.

We begin to notice that the mirror is asking difficult questions.

Who are you when the titles are gone?

Who are you when the plans change?

Who are you when certainty disappears?

And perhaps most importantly:

Who are you when you stop trying to become who you used to be?

I do not think Alice ever found all the answers.

I am not sure any of us do.

But she kept moving forward. She remained curious. She continued exploring a world she did not fully understand.

Perhaps that is where the wisdom lies.

To remain open to uncertainty.

To trust what cannot yet be seen.

To follow your intuition.

To stay curious.

The next time life feels unfamiliar, and you find yourself standing before a reflection that no longer matches the image you carry in your mind, remember that you may not be lost.

You may simply be standing at the threshold of becoming.

And perhaps the mirror is not showing you what has disappeared.

Perhaps it is reflecting the quiet shape of the person waiting on the other side of change.

The person who has been forming beneath the losses, the questions, and the uncertainty all along.

If you stay long enough to look with curiosity, honesty, and compassion, you may discover that the face looking back at you is not a stranger.

It is you—transformed.

Not broken.

Not erased.

Simply revealed, like a mirror finally catching the light.


Blessings Deirdre