We’ve all been there or will at some point: the dark, muddy rock bottom.
Rock bottom can be tremendously overwhelming and isolating.
It’s a nightmare that we couldn’t have even contemplated before it was our actual life. It’s an undesired, but necessary, invitation into soul work.
Here and there, the light shines through the cracks, gentle reminders that all we can or need to do is take very good care of ourselves.
Over time and with support, it can become easier and easier to exercise our freedom, to reclaim our agency, to let go and turn toward possibility.
Pieces of life can crumble, but are not lost. The work of grief integrates these losses into the fertile ground where we will create something new and meaningful.
When we are ready, intuition often simply calls us to yes. Yes to strange, unexpected, indulgent inklings of the soul. Yes for no good reason except faith in this body of ours to draw us forward into a new chapter.
I’m still reeling from the crazy turns my own life has taken and how the impact continues to manifest in my day-to-day life. Waking up facing forward to the next new experience feels like a salve on the wound, a balm for the anger, remorse, regret, and sadness.
Sharing my own journey of trauma, loss, grief, and transformation is a way to pay forward the support and encouragement I continue to receive, and also a way to own my own story, rather than letting others write it for me.
There’s perhaps no better time than the darkness of the bottom to write ourselves anew, to author an even better story informed by hard-earned perspective.
Thank you for being part of this journey.