Susan Fuller owner of Grief Heals.

Meet Susan Fuller

I Help People Who

Have Been Blindsided By A Death

And Want To Get Their Life Back.


Why Follow Me If You’re Grieving?

Here are just a few reasons for you to consider.

• I don’t see grief as a mental health issue as many counselors and therapists do. In my view, grief is a normal and natural process of healing that naturally brings us back into life, transformed and whole.

• In our time working together, I will do my best to empower you by teaching you skills you can use in the future when life gets hard again, as it most certainly will.

• I have 30 + years of experience working with people who are grieving and helping them sort out who they are and who they want to be following the death of someone they love.

• Trained as a transpersonal psychotherapist, I have helped clients identify who they are at the deepest level of their being so they can live more authentically. I have helped them embrace the transformative gifts of grief and rediscover lives filled with meaning, purpose and passion.

• I see you and listen to you without judgment.

Curious about how I got so interested in death and grief?

My lifetime of experience, both personal and professional, is here to help you through your grief so you can reenter the flow of life with purpose and passion.

Photo of a cemetery.

Let me tell you the story…

Carl Jung said the first remembered dream of our life is about our life’s purpose. My first remembered dream was of a tombstone which I interpreted as God. Around the same time (age 4 or thereabouts) I made my parents stop at every cemetery we passed because it was “God’s House’…not the churches but the cemeteries.

My first dog died when I was 5. It was an easier conversation with my mom than the later ones about sex.

I grew up with my mother’s losses…

  • Her sister died when she was 8.
  • Her father 10 years later on exactly the same day.
  • A stillbirth before I was born (also a red-headed girl).
  • A miscarriage between myself and my sister.

The result was an attempt to protect me (some might say overprotect) from death which just made me incredibly curious.

A high school friend was killed in a car crash when I was 16. I heard the sirens at 1:00 AM and was positively terrified…someone I knew was in trouble. It’s the only time sirens have frightened me. I woke up the next morning to the news he was in a coma. He died a week later on his birthday. The driver was drunk.

My grandfather died when I was a junior in high school. I got to see him in the hospital a couple of months before he died but was not allowed to see him after that.

In my senior year in high school, my English teacher died suddenly. It was after a freak October snowstorm that we all boarded buses to attend the funeral. I never told my mother that we were expected to file by the open casket before the Funeral Mass. It was the first dead body I had ever seen and it was in that moment I KNEW there was a soul.

My grandmother died in the summer between my sophomore and junior years in college. Again I was not allowed to see her. I remember staying home with my 13-year-old sister playing Peter, Paul and Mary’s version of Freight Train over and over and over again.

In 1983 my uncle, my mother’s brother, died of a heart attack at age 70.

I started studying religious and spiritual texts on death and dying and developed a particular interest in reincarnation.

Then I spent about 6 months photographing cemeteries. I took the last of that series in the spring of 1984.

As I look back on this time of study and reflection, I feel like I was being prepared for what was about to happen next.

A month later, my mother got sick and she was eventually diagnosed with cancer (they should have and could have caught it sooner than they did). It was a terrible time, an enlightening time, a healing time, and it was my introduction to hospice.

She died on June 10, 1985, at the age of 64. In the moments following her death, I experienced the most profound suffering of my relatively young life and was catapulted into a state of ecstasy. Never in almost 30 years of meditation and spiritual practice have I ever experienced anything like it…profound and transformative to say the least.

I went back to school in the fall of 1985 because I wanted to work for hospice, but my admission to the program was dependent on not doing any work with death and dying for 2 years (see Do You Need to Experience Grief to Help the Grieving?). In many ways it was the wrong degree program for hospice (not social work or divinity) but it was the right one for me…a Master’s Degree in Counseling Psychology with a specialization in Holistic Counseling.

In my third year, I finally got to do an internship with hospice.

After graduation in 1988, I immediately began volunteering for Omega Emotional Support Services where I co-facilitated a general bereavement group. I also filled in occasionally for the suicide and homicide groups. For 3 years I was afforded the great privilege of witnessing the grieving process of hundreds of people from the earliest days of grief to the day they would come in saying, “I don’t need to be here anymore.”

This was the best possible education I could have had. It surpassed my personal experience, my schooling, and even my internship when it came to understanding the nature of grief. Everything I do in this field is done with a deep sense of gratitude to the people who walked through that door.

In 1989 I landed my first hospice job as a Volunteer and Bereavement Coordinator. I continued to work for hospice into the 90s when my dad started showing signs of Alzheimer’s.

I was my dad’s primary caregiver until his death in 2003. It was a different kind of death and a very different kind of grief.

In 2007 I wrote, How to Survive Your Grief When Someone You Love Has Died, foolishly thinking I was wrapping up that part of my professional life.

For me, this work is like the Siren’s call. It’s not done with me yet.

After nine years of relative calm on the personal loss front my beloved Golden Retriever, Heidi, died in January of 2012. This death was every bit as hard for me as any of the other deaths I’ve experienced. She had been my constant friend, companion, and partner for almost 11 years. I remember missing her nails clicking down the hallway coming for breakfast every morning.

Picture of Heidi.

No matter how profound the loss, there is always rebirth and renewal. Here I am 8 years later with Pippin who joined me in 2016 as a rescue from Knoxville, Tennessee via Yankee Golden Retriever Rescue. Yeah, I don’t see much Golden in her either but she’s a good dog.

Photo of Susan with her dog Pippin.

In the same year I lost Heidi, I found my way back to hospice. I’ve been there ever since and I’d be staying but for the ridiculously long commute.

Now with a lifetime of experience behind me, I am returning to a small number of private clients, classes and groups. My plan is to write and develop programs to support those who are grieving and those figuring out what comes next after death and grief.

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