It Takes Time

There has been a quietness to my voice. I haven’t been able to say what I need to say. More than a year has passed; while there have been things I’ve wanted to release, I’ve felt lost and not known where to start.

So, six months ago, I started seeing a therapist again. I started taking an anti-depressant again. Both of these have been incredibly essential tools in helping me find my voice and story again. But, it’s been six months and, only now, I have been able to feel comfortable sharing stories.

The questions I have been asking myself for a long time are so cliche. Where do I start? How do I begin? Is this appropriate? These are cliche, but they are honest. They help me understand who I am, why I am where I am, and how my life has unfolded the way it has. These are questions that are touched on during my weekly therapy sessions. This is how my mind wanders when I go for my long walks. I am constantly evaluating my life and how I feel, which is part of the human condition.

Going forward, I will be writing one post a week. I will be touching on my spiritual and emotional healing process, and how this process correlates with my physical health. I’ll be sharing my story, because we all have stories to tell, and mine might resonate with someone out there in the world.

This is a way for me to be honest with myself, as well as being of service to others. I am not a licensed therapist or medical professional, nor am I person in a spiritual authority role. But, I am a human, and we are all connected somehow.

Be kind to yourselves, and remember that love is good.

 

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