I’m starting a lot of conversations these days with, “I was listening to this podcast…”
Which is true. I’ve gone back to listening whilst I “run.” There is always more for me to re-realize, re-remember, and re-recommit to.
We can trust our process is one of them.
I can trust my process.
I was rejoicing in my healing with someone recently.
I was recounting the depth of self-loathing and self-revulsion – of guilt and shame and worthlessness – that had been in me. That I didn’t even know was in me.
I was re-basking in the breadth and width and gloriousness of the sense of self-love and self-acceptance and self-adoration that I find myself in now.
“I’m in the midst of the beautiful love affair with myself,” I reaffirmed.
That is something I never thought was possible. I didn’t even have a sense that it could exist.
I was also rejoicing in the path I’ve been on that’s allowed me to share my story – my story of hurt and challenge and my story of healing and love. I will, hopefully and most likely, always be finding others to learn with and from and to offer whatever hope I can to.
I went into the depths recently to unearth and excavate more about the molestation in my past. Something I remember in only body and spirit ways. It rocked me hard and for a few days, but I resurfaced to the light and love, with a bit more healing in me and of me.
I can and do trust my process. It has been and is a gift.
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