Anchored Collective - Anchored in Grief Recovery
Anchored Collective is place where truth, hope, courage, love and unity reside, anchored in Grief Recovery using The Grief Recovery Method® program. I am an advanced GRM specialist using this evidence-based program. I was taught through the Grief Recovery Institute®. This is education not therapy although very therapeutic. I am also trained in Trauma informed facilitation, as well as completing the Science of Hope Program, Suicide Prevention Gatekeeper Program all through the Imagine Institute of learning. The GRM is an action-based program helping grievers move through grief to recovery. Recovery from loss is achieved by a series of small and correct choices. Its not about forgetting its about letting go of the pain associated with our loses. I love what I do. I teach online one on one and group Grief Recovery® sessions using the Grief Recovery Method® (GRM) from the Grief Recovery Institute®. As a collective I also am available for public speaking to talk about the uncomfortable conversations around grief hopefully making this topic more comfortable. I love to share information sessions on grief and recovery from the pain of our losses using my life experiences. I use humour, honesty, love and respect. There is no judgement here. I also have some beautiful “we all have story” coffee mugs where a portion of all net proceeds go to areas of need in our community.
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Mirrors are just glass
To my 5-year-old self…
Dearest one, I want you to know you it was okay to be curious about what you looked like and to even be pleased with your own unique reflection when you looked in the mirror. There is nothing wrong with you. Remember you are so much more than what you look like. You are your thoughts, your dreams, your laughing, your crying and your hopes. You are love and you are loved. You don’t have to apologize for who you are and what you look like. You are enough. I love you.
Mirrors are just glass and you my friend are so much than that.
The ending of a long term relationship with the scale
Trigger Warning: Discussing Eating Disorder, Disordered Eating and Body Dysmorphia.
There were many years me and the scale met several times a day. When I got up, after a run or exercised to excess, if I ate something, after going to the bathroom, before bed…it controlled how my day would start and end. It controlled my life.
At the age of 12 I had developed disordered eating. Around the age of 19 I developed a full-blown eating disorder. (Back then I didn’t know I had an eating disorder all I knew was shame). I had body dysmorphia. I had lost trust in myself and my body. The only thing that was telling the truth was the scale…I wasn’t good enough as I was, I needed to be fixed. The scale was the only thing I could trust to reinforce the self-loathing and hatred I now carried with me everywhere and into every relationship.
Tis the season
Mirrors are just glass
To my 5-year-old self…
Dearest one, I want you to know you it was okay to be curious about what you looked like and to even be pleased with your own unique reflection when you looked in the mirror. There is nothing wrong with you. Remember you are so much more than what you look like. You are your thoughts, your dreams, your laughing, your crying and your hopes. You are love and you are loved. You don’t have to apologize for who you are and what you look like. You are enough. I love you.
Mirrors are just glass and you my friend are so much than that.
The ending of a long term relationship with the scale
Trigger Warning: Discussing Eating Disorder, Disordered Eating and Body Dysmorphia.
There were many years me and the scale met several times a day. When I got up, after a run or exercised to excess, if I ate something, after going to the bathroom, before bed…it controlled how my day would start and end. It controlled my life.
At the age of 12 I had developed disordered eating. Around the age of 19 I developed a full-blown eating disorder. (Back then I didn’t know I had an eating disorder all I knew was shame). I had body dysmorphia. I had lost trust in myself and my body. The only thing that was telling the truth was the scale…I wasn’t good enough as I was, I needed to be fixed. The scale was the only thing I could trust to reinforce the self-loathing and hatred I now carried with me everywhere and into every relationship.