I've been going through the journal I kept after my younger brother Scott passed away. Towards the end of that first year, I started writing about whether or not I'd ever be able to find happiness again. Because up until that point, I had struggled to understand both how I felt and how I thought other people wanted me to act. And eventually, I realized that it was up to me to give myself permission to feel happy again.
Permission. It’s a tough one because I think we all fall into this trap of expectations. From breakups, divorces, getting fired or let go, to even falling short of a goal, sometimes we act the way we think we're supposed to act or feel the things we think we're supposed to feel instead of just letting ourselves cope.
So, let's talk about what it means to give yourself permission to not just survive, but thrive.