08/09/2023
For me, "healing" has been a messy business.
I spent many years running from pain, and thus running from solitude and self-awareness. To keep from looking at the wounds on my heart, I bandaged myself head-to-toe and, on those bandages, I wrote stories about who I was.
I wasn’t that person at all.
Removing those bandages was, at first, a horrible experience. The wounds I had spent so long running from had become infected. I experienced more pain than I ever thought possible. It didn’t make it any easier that my head was full of thoughts that compelled me to drink, smoke, take a pill, find a warm body—anything to escape facing the darkness within myself.
But, kicking and screaming, I faced it.
I would not say my healing was an act of courage as much as an act of necessity. Those infected wounds were killing me, and if I didn’t choose to heal, I would not have lasted. But maybe, it is courageous to do what is necessary instead of stubbornly self-destructing.
I stepped up and became the hero I so desperately needed. I chose to take responsibility over my life experience rather than identifying myself as broken and blaming other people for breaking me.
Just the decision to take care of myself, instead of waiting for some saviour, has been profoundly transformative. I am the one I was waiting for all along!
You might remember my saying this in The Love Mindset. When I wrote the book, I was in a healing honeymoon. I got to see myself in the light of my highest potential. Then, the training wheels came off.
I had to learn to make self-healing a constant practice—to accept that I’d always be learning those precious lessons and that, like the people who reached out to me, I was always on a journey.
I cannot tell you that I have “healed myself” in any sort of final way. I healed myself yesterday, and I will heal myself tomorrow. I have processed through past trauma only by being vulnerable, and being vulnerable has meant embracing pain. I get hurt all the time. And then, I heal again. Now, I do have so much joy in my life, but that joy is balanced with sorrow.
And I’ve realized that this beats numbness any day.
~Vironika Tugaleva~
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