Healing deep wounds is hard work.
It breaks patterns. Takes us into the unfamiliar. Challenges beliefs that may have been embedded generations ago.
Muscles tense up. Breath is held. Fetal position feels automatic.
Tears fall. Our bodies shake. Voices wail.
There is a release.
Deep breaths are taken. Tension dissipates. Laughter may appear.
And when the body and mind settle, there is peace.
I write everyday because it allows me to voice what is at the surface. Once that is out of my head, I can dig in another layer deeper. My daily writing practice has been my greatest exploration of self and humanity. Sign up here to receive these thought nuggets in your inbox on the daily.