My goal is to feel whole π not perfect. I’m stepping into my 4οΈβ£0οΈβ£’s recognizing that the work of my life is to heal π my wounds correctly. I’m no longer numb and I can finally feel the pain π that I buried deep down π³ inside. And I’m not afraid to feel the π₯Ίπ€¬ emotions because I now have my π§° toolbox π§ββοΈππ. As I continue to learn to ask myself “what do I needβοΈ”, I keep adding more ways π€π¦ΈββοΈπββοΈ to cope with PTSD π₯ and find things that make me π
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I have been π₯ reflecting and I can see that I’m on the right pathπΆββοΈ. I no longer allow myself to think I am permanently broken. I’m simply mending areas in my life that need some π TLC. It’s taken a lot of self-reflection to learn to shift my π§ mind. My π― goal was to find a way to heal but that’s no π
ββοΈ longer my goal. The reality is I may never heal fully and that’s okay with me. I have chosen to embrace every experience I went through. Even the memories where I felt like I was π broken.

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Instead of trying to hide those π§© pieces under the π§Ή rug. I am putting them back together with my own special coating of rose gold π resin to create beautiful seams like the art of π₯£ kintsugi. The truth is I would rather have a broken bowl put together πΊ beautifully. Then to throw away any pieces leaving it with holes and unusable.
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My life’s design is even more beautiful being vulnerable and having found my π£ Voice. A Strange Beauty has come from processing everything. A π gift to myself is to show up in this π world as me, mended breaks and all π.