This journey of healing is not for the faint of heart. It can be painful. It can be exhausting. It can be heartbreaking.
My journey to heal from my "Big-T" trauma has unearthed a lifetime of neglect and emotional abuse that was so commonplace to me that it seemed normal. I have decades of suppressed emotions pouring out of me like an unstoppable avalanche. It can all seem overwhelming at times and I wonder when I'll get to the other side of this and feel like me again, or maybe for the first time. It can be hard in this space of healing to remember the good times, to remember that not all my memories are painful memories. It's too easy to get sucked into the swamp of sadness. I'm really trying to find little pockets of joy every day, trying to recall the happy memories. Some days are better than others.
I hope that you're all finding your pockets of joy wherever you can. May we all find peace and healing. May we all be safe and protected. May we know that we are loved and love ourselves. May we know that we are worthy and deserving of all this and so much more. Be Well