Healing can be a funny thing for real. I always see posts stating this fact. It seems pretty cliche to say but that doesn’t take away from the deep truth behind this statement. I have days when I’m certain I’m progressing, I’m healing, I’m facing my fears and I’m doing the damn thing! Then on those same days I still find myself questioning is this really progress? I’m still crying each night, what is my life really. The truth is it’s all healing. The instability that comes with healing is frightening as hell and I sometimes get a little too scared. Some days I’m legit just surviving. Those days are filled with affirmations and carefree tasks and very minimum “progress” according to societal goals. It’s funny to me how I can have these feelings on the inside however let someone else question my “progress”, Friend I Stan for me.

I can’t tell the reason for all this, nor do I know the solution to be honest. I’m simply surviving today, I’ve done the tasks that are necessary ( a group assignment) and that’s it. My tasks for today exceeds that of-course but today is just one of those days. A day when I’m appreciating all the silence, a day I’m grateful to be single, a day I’m pouring into me and only those who truly needs it. Tomorrow will be a better day of-course, it always is. I have a self-empowerment session I’m looking forward to, then I’ll resume chasing these goals with vigor, having been filled from being low.

All this to say, life is definitely a journey. For me this journey has knocked the wind out of me many times, broken me to pieces, I’ve experienced different “rock bottoms”, yet I’m infinitely blessed, I’m exceedingly intuitive, I’ve fulfilled many childhood dreams and I’ve experienced growth, peace and prosperity.
So i think we have to keep wading friend, let’s just wade until we get there.

Aśe 🌸