True that. I may be a therapist, and I do try to walk my talk, and work on stuff as it comes up as well as in between when I feel I want to fcous on something to heal it, but it doesn’t mean that me or anyone else working on themselves deserves any less.
Healing can be messy. It can be joyful, enlightening, create awareness. It can create endings and beginnings, closure or acceptance. Forgiveness and compassion. Healing allows us to become more whole, allowing our fragmented parts to return to us, allowing us to release emotions we no longer need and often realise we don’t need.
Healing can be a b’tch as we navigate new boundaries or end friendships or family relations. Yet healing can allow new people into your life who respect your boundaries, respect you, get you, support you, want you to grow.
Healing allows us to pull back the veil of perspective, to really see the truth, our truth, others truth, global truth.
Healing can be painful, yu-huh, but I would never want to go back to being the old me. I can see so many differences between her and me and those will continue as we heal, for she is me, parts of me. But I also don’t hate her. I know where she came from, what she has gone through, and why she has behaved, felt, thought the way she has. I’m not saying there could not be self-hatred unconsciously, it has snuck up on me before, but I dealt with it, layer by layer.
Healing is like an onion, peeling back the layers. Sometimes going over a layer again as we missed certain aspects. Every experience has depths. But keep going, keep healing, because it feels so darn good when you have released something and can feel the difference in so many ways
Photo Credit: Thank you to Marcus Alvarado / tinybuddha.com for sharing this meme
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