It’s the kind of fortitude and okayness that come only from soaking up the outpouring from a ripped open heart.
Therapeutic tunnels promising greener grass succeed when they dump us back on the brown patch where we began.
Wishing we have “ears to hear” above the din of judgmental self-talk
Wish to be more You, and as you discover that you already are You, disappointment with unachieved goals lightens.
The 2 principles central to all authentic therapy and wisdom that sticks: Own from your bones. Worst first.
I like that wording more than, “I am loved,” or, “I am loved by God,” or even, “God loves me.” Feels more intimate, breathing with aliveness. “Am being.”