This week I’ve had to adjust and readjust my self-talk. I have had to dig deep to find answers about my life and the world. I’ve had to reach a place of forgiveness and grab on to love while healing.
Listen, darling! Sometimes healing happens in the silence of the night, alone in your room, with a thousand tears cleaning your soul.
Other times it blooms in the presence of loved ones. I’ve witnessed the many places and spaces it can decide to come to surface.
Healing may dance and sing and wrap itself in joy. Or, it can play peekaboo for a long while.
What I’ve learned from the beautiful appearances is that once it shows up you begin to feel better.
Healing is unpredictable. It’s always aligned to your experiences and how far you can process the pain, the trauma, the memories. Allow for it to come and visit in its own time. Don’t control it or manipulate it by pushing it down, aside or out. It has to do its job or otherwise it gives you false
Hope. It can make you feel like you will no longer feel the pain… until it reminds you that there is still work to be done.
You’ll know when you’ve healed. I promise. Don’t rush through it. Don’t agonize over the pain to go away. It’s got to do what it’s got to do. And then it won’t do it anymore.
I love you,