Feelings are wounds, asking to be seen…

I sat with my anger and asked why it kept showing up. It said, “Because you’ve been hurt, and no one listened.” 

I sat with my sadness and asked why it never left. It said “Because I’m the love and care you never received.”

I sat with my fear and asked why it controlled me. It said, “Because I’m the part of you that’s still waiting to feel safe.”

Then I realized these feelings weren’t my enemies. They were my wounds, asking to be seen.

— Unknown 

I’m working with my favourite therapist, after a bunch of years off, and I’m mesmerized once again. My mother passed way three years ago, which has left quite the wake. My father died in ‘98, so I’m in full post-mortem on the upbringing, which has been so challenging. I was also diagnosed with early stage cancer (yikes!) in May. Thank goodness I had already resumed the deep healing work. In my experience, therapy allows us to go back in time and save ourselves. One by one, the unresolved feelings from our various trauma’s are located, addressed, nurtured, and released/healed. It’s courageous work, and it’s quite miraculous, in my opinion. Just sayin’:) Hugs and good luck. XO

Blessings,

Chatgirl