Megan Aronson

Megan Aronson is a writer, mother, spiritual seeker, and self-certified Grief Expert who teaches the art of conscious grieving after developing a way to heal her “unattended grief” through a devastating string of losses in her life. She is the Aunt to an angel who died just before his third birthday, and the author of a popular blog, “A Writer’s Journey Inside Out.” As a freelance writer, her work has been seen across Northern Arizona. She is currently working on her first book, a memoir on life in death. Willingly throwing herself deep into the ugly underbellies of cancer and death, the earlier loss of her two year old nephew, the personal betrayal of losing her baby to a miscarriage, and the purifying astringent of the recession stripping away the “stuff” that soon proved to be unnecessary, Megan's writing takes her readers on a journey to peace and awakening through each powerful loss experience. She also volunteers for several non-profit organizations including the Alzheimer’s Poetry Project: Arizona Assignment, Young Voices Be Heard and Camp Soaring Eagle.

Articles:

So Much More than 5 Stages of Grief

Please, right this very moment, if you are reading this trying to figure out where the catastrophe of your grief fits in a little box, STOP. The truth is, there are no five stages. Or ten, or twenty, or ninety-five. There is no one way to grieve, only your way. There may be characteristic emotional experiences such as anger, denial, bargaining, depression and acceptance, but there is far more to the experience of grief than just those five pieces. Could you categorize a wave in five stages? Maybe. Rise, break, crash, fall, recede. Sounds a lot like the experience of […]

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My Baby Died, and Taught Me Faith

That little voice within me is always right but, it’s taken me a long time to learn that.  I tend to drown her out with the noise of my mind. She knew, when I first found out I was pregnant, on my daughter’s birthday, May of 2009, that it was the beginning of an end. She tried to tell me something was wrong. Every time I uttered those two simple words, “I’m pregnant,” she’d given me that kick in the shin within – it said, “Not yet, wait.” But I didn’t listen. My Aunt Debbie, 51, had just passed away […]

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