There is room for grief here.

And for joy, too.

An empty chair beside a sunlit window, with a mug and books on the table.

There is room for grief here. And for joy, too.

Private grief support for women after the death of a partner.

There’s a disorientation that comes with losing the person who knew your life from the inside. So much of what you counted on was woven into being with them. The way you knew yourself. The future you talked about as though you were already on your way there. It can take time to find your bearings in a life you never imagined having to live.

What you need can change from one day to the next. There are days when you need someone to sit with you in the sheer fact of what’s happened. Days when you want to understand why your body is still bracing, even when the people around you think you’re doing fine. And there may be days when you catch yourself wanting something from life again, right in the middle of missing them.

I’m Lauryn DoBas, a widow and trauma-informed somatic practitioner. I offer one-to-one grief companioning and body-based support for the life that’s here now, with room for the love that’s still here, too.

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The life you shared is still part of the life you’re living.

One-to-one grief support.

After your partner dies, there’s so much you’re left to carry. In our work together, we make room for what you’re feeling, notice how grief shows up in your body, and explore what it means to keep living with the love you still carry.

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Here, with Her

Letters on grief, the body, and finding your way back to yourself.

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The Last Ordinary Day

Where the grief story begins: the ordinary summer days that came just before everything changed.

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The Grief That Came First

Losing Bobby, grieving together, and what Garrett taught me about living with loss

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The View From There

The story of losing my husband to COVID-19.

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The Parts of Me You Knew

Becoming an “I” after years of being a “we,” and discovering there is still more of you to meet.

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