My goal is to feel whole 💛 not perfect. I’m stepping into my 4️⃣0️⃣’s recognizing that the work of my life is to heal 💝 my wounds correctly. I’m no longer numb and I can finally feel the pain 🎭 that I buried deep down 🕳 inside. And I’m not afraid to feel the 🥺🤬 emotions because I now have my 🧰 toolbox 🧘♀️🌞🛁. As I continue to learn to ask myself “what do I need⁉️”, I keep adding more ways 🤝🦸♀️💇♀️ to cope with PTSD 🥊 and find things that make me 😁
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I have been 👥 reflecting and I can see that I’m on the right path🚶♀️. I no longer allow myself to think I am permanently broken. I’m simply mending areas in my life that need some 🎀 TLC. It’s taken a lot of self-reflection to learn to shift my 🧠 mind. My 🎯 goal was to find a way to heal but that’s no 🙅♀️ 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 💔 broken.
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Instead of trying to hide those 🧩 pieces under the 🧹 rug. I am putting them back together with my own special coating of rose gold 🖌 resin to create beautiful seams like the art of 🥣 kintsugi. The truth is I would rather have a broken bowl put together 🌺 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 🗣 Voice. A Strange Beauty has come from processing everything. A 🎁 gift to myself is to show up in this 🌎 world as me, mended breaks and all 💞.