What if.. Instead of trying to heal, fix, or change ourselves, we could simply love who we are-- exactly as we are-- knowing we are whole, complete, and perfect. What if all that our wounds and traumas really want is the space to be seen, felt, and loved?
When I first started feeling the funkiness waking up inside of me, I got scared. My fear voice said, “Don’t let it come out. Keep it in. They’ll judge you. They won’t like you anymore and you’ll loose your friends.” I expressed this fear to each of them separately and they both assured me that they would love me no matter what I said or did.
It was as though their reassurance that they wouldn’t disown me if I expressed the darker parts of my being opened the flood gates which allowed the full expression of myself to be seen.