I think one of the hardest parts in resolving trauma, in particular childhood trauma, is that it is a long process. A looooong process.
The journey for me, has spanned decades. I had to go through every uncomfortable thing I did to get to health, and I’m still getting there.
Through my twenties and thirties and early forties, I struggled to manage depression. I engaged suicidal thoughts too much and was a roller coaster of irrational emotions.
I endured an inner blood curdling scream for over twenty years. I never felt in control and I never felt worthy of good things. I sabotaged friendships and potential good relationships all of the time. I was almost happy being unhappy, but not.
My mid forties has been a reckoning for me. I’ve learned so much about myself, about the healing process, and about managing our pain.
Two things have to be present for healing to take place:
1. The desire to heal.
2. The right time.
You might scoff at both. You might say, No one wants to be unhappy.
You are wrong. It’s not that people want to be unhappy, but they have become safe in that place and pain has become their identity. Breaking through that requires a great deal of work.
I encounter people all of the time who say they want things to change, they want to heal, but they are stuck where they are and unwilling to take any steps away from the safety of where they are.
I get that. It sounds harsh of me, but it’s true. Sometimes, in our head, where we are and what we know feels safer than the unknown. Feels safer than risking it and failing.
The worst thing we can do though, is stagnate, not move, die where we are. You don’t want that.
And yes, the second we have little control over.
I have had opportunities my whole life to heal. Most I’ve taken, some I have not.
What I know for sure is that if we don’t listen to the whispers of intuition we get that we need to change something, our lives will eventually crash around us and force us to take action.
That’s what happened to me in 2016. I had been too scared, too stuck in the fear of life outside of teaching, that I had not left. As a result, investigation for almost a whole year.
Now, I’m grateful for every second of the torment and anxiety and life as it was.
The Phoenix rose.
Because of that, because of the psychological and emotional healing, I’m now ready to manage my weight effectively. The last frontier for my healing journey.
After this, it will become a journey of maintaining mental, emotional and physical health whilst I grow spiritually and intellectually.
Healing takes a lot of work and a lot of time, but it’s worth it. Every tear, every breakdown, every second.