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All this healing work. Im here for it. No matter how hard or scary.
It’s time to make healing more visible & normalized.
I’m done seeing ppl from ALL walks of life struggle in silence & ppl claiming healing is supposed to be prescribed or tightly wrapped up into a nice formula.
It’s time to make healing more visible & normalized.
I’m done seeing ppl from ALL walks of life struggle in silence & ppl claiming healing is supposed to be prescribed or tightly wrapped up into a nice formula.
Legit yesterday, I cried, punched a wall, & almost broke my sobriety. I actively questioned whether this journey was worth it.
I employed all of my coping strategies.
Did all I could to keep myself from crashing and nothing worked.
I employed all of my coping strategies.
Did all I could to keep myself from crashing and nothing worked.
For almost 6 hours I went into full panic attacks, crying spells, and numbness.
I thought to myself, wtf? Didn’t I get past this? Why am I crashing? And I just felt myself sinking, crashing, shutting down. I questioned my existence for a full hour straight.
I thought to myself, wtf? Didn’t I get past this? Why am I crashing? And I just felt myself sinking, crashing, shutting down. I questioned my existence for a full hour straight.
I started beating myself up because I felt like I was failing all over again.
I held on through it all. I cried as much as I could. I allowed my body to feel it all. I took deep breaths. I allowed my mind to race. It hurt like hell. Everything hurt my body, mind, and spirit.
I held on through it all. I cried as much as I could. I allowed my body to feel it all. I took deep breaths. I allowed my mind to race. It hurt like hell. Everything hurt my body, mind, and spirit.
All of this happened because I was moving through things that had happened in my life in the last two weeks without acknowledging how heavy it weighed on my spirit. I kept trying to plow ahead thinking that I was in a place where it wouldn’t hit me as hard. I was wrong.
I didn’t listen to my body and mind telling me to rest and slow down. You can easily get trapped in a mental place where you go right back into the old survival habits that you grew up with even when you’ve done so much work to unlearn and unpack.
But yesterday was a reminder that I am in different place... because unlike previous times... it would take me weeks, months, even a year to come back from all that.
I am stronger than I was a year ago.
I am stronger than I was in prison.
I am stronger than I was growing up.
I am stronger than I was a year ago.
I am stronger than I was in prison.
I am stronger than I was growing up.
This is what healing looks like. It’s not linear. It’s a journey but if you stick to it, you persevere. It just requires the will to keep going. Even when it hits you all over again.
Yesterday was scary but today I get to write this post & reflect it again to every1 out there.
Yesterday was scary but today I get to write this post & reflect it again to every1 out there.
I am proud of myself. I’m proud of my inner child for trusting me to hold it through that moment.
Shoutout to all the ppl who go through the ups and downs of healing. I’m here with you. And I hope this tweet serves as a reminder that no matter how scary, we can get through it.
Shoutout to all the ppl who go through the ups and downs of healing. I’m here with you. And I hope this tweet serves as a reminder that no matter how scary, we can get through it.
