How do you heal the parts you claim don’t hurt?
this week's flourish friday is about self-forgiveness & believing ourselves worthy.
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I hung my head in shame as I quickly wiped away the tears on my face. I imagine that the person beside me is thinking, "Now, why in the world would you think it was a good idea to have your therapy session in a cafe?" I, too, wonder what I was thinking because now I'm in a mental fit saying things to my therapist that I hadn't expected to say, at least not today. As always, she responds in the most gentle and affirming tone. Our exchange reminds me that good help and care are difficult to find but worth searching high and low for.
It was today, a few moments ago actually, when I realized I’ve never given myself a chance to truly work through the car accident with a professional. Yes, I've discussed it with many folks, but it's always seemed more like a footnote, like some past chapter I do my best to circumvent. But frankly, the trauma of this accident, over 13 years later, burrows in the deepest part of my psyche and bones. It aches in ways I didn't think possible. It burns like acid. It emerges when I'd rather it not. It stays on me like a stain that has traveled far below the surface. Now, it requires even more work to remove.
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