This is the hardest blog article I’ve ever had to write.
My psychiatric client, of whom I’ve written of before, died. In fact, she* died on Yule, around 3am (December 20, 2013).
She struggled with Schizophrenia her whole life, which affected her ability to cope with the ravages of her pancreatic cancer diagnosis, and the very limited prognosis that was told to her by doctors. Of all the worries, paranoid delusions, uncertainties, and frustrations that she had to deal with, her greatest fear was of being alone, and dying alone.
Source: Tales of a Shamanic Healer: Death, Grief, and Psychopomp Work
