I am grateful that I am still here, despite my wounds. I am grateful that I am still here in spite of my pain. I am grateful that I am still here regardless of my imperfections. I am grateful that I am still here after much loss. Much loss. Are you?
You know, dear unseen and unknown friend, you could use your wound to open beautiful doors for you and others. You could use your pain as a ticket to love yourself and others.You could use your loss as a ticket to give abundance. You could use your grief to bring brightness and life. You could use your trauma as a ticket to make the world a dark and ugly place for yourself and others. You could use pain as a ticket to make the world a living hell for others. But remember, you can also use it as a stepping stone to bring joy to others. You know and understand what pain is, and you do not wish for others to experience what you have undergone.
Your pain, your wound, your trauma, your grief, are vehicles for deep self-reflection, and decision-making, and you have the power to succumb to returning pain for pain, anger for anger, violence for violence and hatred for hatred. But remember, you also have the power to trade all those destructive conditions for beauty, joy, peace and love. Those insecurities, those hidden secrets that are eating you up from the inside, gnawing at your mind, spirit and soul, you also have power over. You can overcome them, be free, and set others free, with a single change of mind, to drop the weight and unhinge yourself from the sadness, depression, shame and anger, that have become debilitating comfort zones.
Maybe if you never went through what you went through, you will never discover how amazing you truly are. Maybe if what happened to you never happened to you, you will not understand your true value and your true worth. Maybe if you hadn’t had that terrible experience you will never know what a gift you are to the world.
Your pain can be your ticket to uncovering your brilliant self, and what you are really made of! Your moment of tragedy is your ticket to self-evaluation and self-discovery, if you so choose. Maybe if, as horrible, terrible, violent and as traumatic as it was, if it did not happen, you would never realize how much the world needs you, broken up and all, yes, yet still, a balm, honey, love, peace and joy to many, because you understand pain and its depths. Perhaps if you had not undergone that grief you would never be able to see how fragile the world is and how strong you are.
Think. Think for a minute, despite how crumpled, tired and faceless you feel, the very thing that hurt and still hurts you, could be your ticket to pouring healing power into a very, very, very hurting world. I know it hurts, but your wound is your ticket to knowing your worth and your value. You are more than gold. More than silver. More than diamonds. You are you. Intricately made. Priceless. Don’t hide and waste away.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,” even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you. For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
Trade your condition and thrive! You are wonderful. You are magnificent.