The last two years has been incredibly challenging for me. After the passing of my close friend and her son it seemed as if everything around me collapsed. The phrase “One Thing After Another” was something that rolled around the inside of my mind most days. It felt as if my entire world had been taken the day I lost them. Of course this was not the case and clearly I was surrounded with loving support, family, and abundance, but I was unable to see any of it. Stricken with grief, my health and surgery and my husbands accident which included loss of jobs etc, engulfed us. I struggled to connect with any sort of practice and I lost my way.
Until one day as I sat with a new journal that was gifted to me for my Birthday, an incredible wave of expression came over me and I began to write.
I found days passing by where I couldn’t put my journal down. I shed tears, I remembered and I put into words exactly what it was I wanted to get out. Before I knew it I was setting daily writing challenges for myself and I started to become clear.
My story of the last two years, was flowing out of me like a waterfall to a stream. The clarity I was receiving started to heal me and unlock things inside me I had hidden in the dark.
As time went on and the story started to match the present day, I found myself returning back to my gratitude practice stronger than before. I was indescribably happy and present. I could see that I really am living in abundance.
I started to feel like my story needed to to be told as I grew more comfortable with my words and so, with a tea and a close friend of mine, vulnerable and raw, I gave my story power.
She listened intently without interruption or judgement, just an open mind and heart. As I came to the end I sighed out loud, I felt heard and I felt healed. The greatest healing often happens quietly breathing amongst vulnerability.
It was all gone, I felt as if I had just stepped out into the light for the very first time, I had arrived and along with it came a stronger much more grateful version of myself. I have had some time to reflect on these words written on pages and I believe they have rewritten my story.
Writing helped me work through pain and fear it showed me how I dealt with it, it taught me acceptance and it brought about a transformation. It is by far one of the most powerful tools to empowerment and mindfulness that I have ever experienced.
Honour yourself, write your story down and go out and share it. You never know, it might just be the missing key to not only your healing, but to help someone else’s too. A tiny part of her/history needing to be heard.