Shit gets really real sometimes.
A member of one of the Adult Medical Day Programs I work with was murdered last week.
I got a call the next morning asking to share a group with some of the clients to help them grieve.
The message was simple. We all process grief differently.
Just like each person had their own instrument and the freedom to express in their own way. The only instruction was to express in a way that supports the group.
Some hit really hard out of anger…but in rhythm with the group.
Some just sat and listened…but as part of the group.
Each person was encouraged to express in a way that felt most helpful in that moment. They offered support while experiencing it too.
Some needed to share verbally and some didn’t. But everyone in the group wanted to feel the music.