Rethinking my own space to Let Go. A Journey Through Injury and Reflection

Letting go has always been a physical process for me. When life feels heavy, I turn to music and dance, whether in my kitchen, outside in the park the SHOOP headphones on, or anywhere I feel like moving. I also run (well maybe jog is a better description) having recently joined a running club, where I’ve loved making new connections and sharing my strides with fellow runners and friends. And finally, the gym is another space where I let go, not only challenging my body but also connecting with my gym buddies over conversations that lift my spirit as much as the weights do.

But what happens when movement is no longer an option?

The past two weeks have forced me to confront this question in a way I never expected. I’ve been in acute pain from an injury. Walking has become a struggle, sleep feels impossible, and even the smallest daily tasks have  challenges. There have been moments when the frustration and discomfort have reduced me to tears.

Yet, as difficult as this has been, I know it is temporary. I will heal. I will move again. But in the meantime, when I need to let go more than ever, I’ve realised that my usual outlets aren’t accessible. And so, I’ve started asking myself: How can I create the space to let go without relying on movement? This journey is still unfolding for me, and I wonder, what do you turn to when movement isn’t an option?