I'm Eleora.
The official version of myself is that I am a psychologist who helps people work through difficult periods of their life.
The unofficial version of myself is that this past year was full of loss and personal pain. To say I was at a low point in my life would be an understatement.
And yet, it was also a year of incredible beauty. Because through the struggle and loss of everything I had ever known—through my walk in the darkness—I found light.
I began to see how much I had taken for granted (everything). How fragile life is. How fleeting our moments with our loved ones truly are, how everything can change in an instant. And I'm now filled with gratitude everyday.
By turning toward my pain and learning to embrace it, I unexpectedly discovered a greater joy and wholeness. And I found meaning and purpose.
This passion is what drives my writing. Through it, I wish to write books that give rise to greater wisdom and hope.
In my recent work, I write about loss and difficult relationship and life transitions, mindfulness, emotions and moods, and what we can do to live healthier, fuller lives rich with meaning. Check out my book, Grieving the Loss of a Love: How to Embrace Grief to Find True Hope and Healing After a Divorce, Breakup, or Death. I would love for you to read it, to see if it helps in your journey.
Thank you for reading!
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This year, I am experimenting with an aspect of my life, which is faith. I’ve always felt a strong calling to write but been very afraid to really pursue it. When I examine this fear, I’m not sure what it’s really about. Perhaps it’s that I’m afraid my writing won’t result in anything, that it wouldn’t actually mean anything, or perhaps I’m afraid of facing myself.
A depression came on very suddenly. Perhaps it is this time of year with the holidays and constant travel — the grayness and limited sunlight of it all. Or perhaps it is that this time of year reminds me so much of Brian.
I remember why I first started to write. I was around 14 or so. It helped me make sense of myself back then. It was lonely growing up in that house. I was kind of a black sheep. Moody, depressed, and irritable. Back then emotions were felt and difficult to put into words. Over time I’ve found the words, but the original emotion sometimes becomes harder to find — lost, forgotten.
A few months ago, I became interested in lucid dreaming. Lucid dreaming is essentially where you ‘wake up’ in your dreams and become aware that you are dreaming. With this awareness, you gain the ability to affect what happens within your dreams. The more you practice this ability, the more you are able to shape the nature of your dreams.
Some days are really hard.
This is one of those days.
Today came out of the blue, unexpectedly, for no reason really.
Something strange happened to my grief, something that has been difficult to write about.
It faded.
I feel it much less these days.
I know it is a natural course of the grieving process, but it feels strange nonetheless.
n the beginning of my journey with grief, it was like a thick fog that went with me everywhere. It felt like I was a world away, living in a different realm, barely hanging on to this one.
However over time, the grief has lessened. My feelings about this have been mixed. On one hand, it is healthy and natural for grief to lessen. On the other, it feels a bit odd to live without feeling grief so intensely. Some days it feels as if a new person has emerged. And I must admit that I miss the grief that I once felt so deeply, as it was also so much tied with memories of the person I lost.