Finding shadows and creeping back toward the light.
Words that I’ve typed more times than I can count, as a child of the Internet and a software architect who had computers in my home while the Internet was new and still forming. See, I still capitalize Internet, like an old-school user who remembers when it was something most people didn’t understand or use. They still don’t understand it, but everyone now uses it.
I’d hoped those words would lead me to what to write next. I hadn’t wanted to stop blogging or writing in my journal, but between the pain of grief at personal and world events, pain in my body, and taking on a magic new identity, a law student of all things, I didn’t have the energy to write. My entire being was sapped by stressors, for months.
And now that I have a break from school, I’m still not sure how to get back to writing. And everyone talks about healing, and I know that’s part of what I want and will be, but I don’t know how to heal the gaping wounds in my self. To be truly honest, I don’t know how to love myself, flawed and broken and hard. I take comfort in the fact that others love me as I am, and that keeps me going. But if I’m going to learn about healing, shouldn’t I extend the same unconditional love that I give others to myself? I don’t. I hate my body, I hate my past, I hate how I got to where I am. Everything I do extends from wanting to prove to others that I am worthy, I am capable of being loved. It works for others, my wonderful community of supportive friends, quasi-coworkers, and foster-family. It doesn’t work for myself.
That’s not where I thought I was going with this. But the words write themselves, and if I’m going to take myself where I want to with Witchling in Flight, I have to let myself be vulnerable: because that’s where the healing magic will take place.
It’s hard to come to this conclusion, and it makes me want to reach for chocolate (which I’m not allowing myself for a month; more on that later, perhaps). Somehow, I need to give myself space to be vulnerable and empty out a dark space in my psyche, so that I can shine brighter and for more people than my close set of friends.
Time will tell if I’ll ever be ready.
One thought on “Finding shadows and creeping back toward the light.”
I could feel your pain in these words, so I was compelled to reach out and help in the only way I can – by recommending a book and a Tarot deck that have personally helped me heal my wounds to a large extent, raise my self-esteem, and realize my inherent strength.
The book is Dr. Nathaniel Branden’s Six Pillars of Self Esteem. It is excellent, though a bit verbose.
And the Tarot deck is the Dreams of Gaia deck by Ravynne Phelan.
This deck is different from usual, and I have never met a wiser one. In fact, the purpose of the deck is to – seek, feel, grow, and heal.
And don’t give up writing. The very act of revealing your vulnerable self to the world is also your fuel to purging whatever demons haunt your memories. It is courageous and you should be proud of your spirit.
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