One of the toughest things in life is to face who and what we have become. It is so much … More
It is only the water that is spilled, the calabash is not broken ~ Mauritanian Proverb Yes, life has dealt … More
We are ever on this quest to fulfill this deep, fathomless, bottomless hunger, in our souls. In my search, I discovered that I was searching for myself. What I mean is, I was searching for my purpose in life. On the road to discovering myself, who I am and why I exist, I realized that the more I pulled away from all the noise and outside influence, and the closer I got to the living God, the closer I got to purpose. I needed the courage to look and tap within me. I needed courage to have faith in Him. When that happened, the happier, the stronger, the more confident, secure and peaceful I became. I realized that I have become wiser, steadier, bolder and more courageous. I smile, talk and laugh more. I am less inhibited, less fearful and not filled with anxiety.
To write your heart takes inner courage, deeper strength, divine release from dark, heavy memories, that bring depression, pain, suffering, insecurity, fear, again, rages and thoughts of suicide.
There are millions of us, men, women, boys and girls, who have been raped, sexually molested, and abused, physically, emotionally, verbally and spiritually. Being violated is indescribable.
I wonder what would happen if instead of living a life of regret, pain, shame and guilt, we decided to write down the beautiful things about ourselves, and focused on living those beautiful things? We can rewrite our trauma by making the free will choice to do so, uplifting and buoying up not just ourselves, but others who are deeply wounded and unbearably hurt.
You have survived thus far, now give yourself the opportunity to live and to thrive.
Write until you feel the sun on your face. Write until the burdens fall off. Write until your mental chains are broken. Write until your emotional shackles shatter.
Over, and over and over again. There it goes. The unpleasantness of that memory, causing you to wilt and wither. The thing that turned you into what and who you are today.
What if your healing required you having mercy on the one that caused your pain or trauma?