It really is ok:
• To grieve the loss of life as you knew it.
• To sorely miss your much loved African locs, which you nurtured for nearly two decades.
• To miss your thriving private practice and financial independence.
• To miss your busy social life filled with music and dancing.
• To miss your good health and energy levels.
• To miss choosing foods and eating without worry.
• To miss the surety of knowing who you are, both inside and out.
• To miss the enjoyment of a hard won robust self-confidence.
• To deeply grieve your loss of peace of mind.
• To miss being seen as a formidable woman.
• To miss cycling.
• To miss your healthy libido.
• To miss your glorious cleavage!
One day you will look in the mirror and recognise the woman there. You will recognise all your battle scars, both seen and unseen, you will feel love and gratitude for them. You will know that every experience, all of the marks, each missing part, is an integral chapter of your story. You will know that you are whole, still. Nothing is wrong or broken.
It's ok, my love. That you grieve for all you've lost, that you resent the ways in which your life has changed.
It's ok that the day is not today.
