Spiritual practice to nourish the self for emotional health.
I was truly good friends with my mother, and when she died of a stroke at 54 (I was 20), I was certainly not prepared for life without her. For two-and-a-half years, I lived in a state of denial, completely disconnected from my feelings. When I finally was able to be with the pain of grief, I discovered that my sternum (breastbone) had actually popped out. In essence, what my mind could hide, my body showed with pristine clarity: I had a broken heart.