“Trauma creates change you don’t choose. Healing is about creating change you do choose.” (Michelle Rosenthal)
If this is the first time you are reading my blog, thank you for visiting. I do not write very often and usually my thoughts go into my journals (which I shred when they are full!) but I enjoy sharing some things on this platform and as much as it helps me to express my feelings, my prayer is that it encourages others too.
I was excited to hear that a review of my book “Whole Pieces” is going to be published in our local newspaper tomorrow. This came as a surprise and I am humbled that my story is still having an impact. Instead of running from our struggles, or over hiding, it is best to own our stories and let this bring us freedom and grace, from what we once thought were failures.
I have often written about hard times in my life after they have happened. This is because scars are often easier to talk about than open wounds. I am currently dealing with a situation that has brought me to my knees. I felt like I was dying, physically and emotionally…
He is my everything and I wouldn’t be here without Him. Rarely do we let each other see the wounds as they are healing. This is an intimate process, often accompanied by shame and others may not want to look, even if we invite them to. Vulnerability is like a glue, that holds relationships together and this means continuing to show up and face hard times, when you have no control over the outcome.
Living like this takes courage. It takes courage to stay your course and not succumb to fear and have faith in a future you cannot see. The choice is yours. Choose what is right, over what is easy or fun. Stand up for yourself and your beliefs over choosing to fit in. All your mistakes can serve a purpose and your story can make a positive difference in someone’s life.
Even when you fall, you can rise again.
Gone To Pieces – a poem I wrote in 2010, which is published in my book:
“Anything you don’t feed, surely must die.
So I’ll starve my bad habits and let myself cry.
Must stop being so brave and show how I feel.
Remove the bandages that bind and let myself heal.
The smile through the scars is simply a lie.
Want to give my wounds wings, allow them to fly.”