We all know that everyone is battling something and while many learn to live with their pain, some find the courage to heal. I retreated to an ashram, abandoning my comfort zone hoping to find peace and break negative cycles. I was plagued with mommy guilt for leaving my son behind but a healed mommy is much better than a wounded one.
I traveled to the middle of nowhere to forgive, find peace and move forward. I was tired of reliving the past and worrying about the future; I simply wanted to be present. I meditated with yogis from around the world. I slowed down, prayed in a forest and was still enough to find some peace. Until you change what you are thinking, you will recycle your experiences.
I had to sit with my thoughts and emotions. I had to confess and ugly cry. I had to face my demons and forgive myself. I had to journal until I released my own negativity. I had to pull back layers of pain to get to the root of some problems. I’m so stubborn I even got nudged in the butt by a donkey to learn a lesson.
Healing is a process and I encourage those who are suffering to take time to heal. Don’t continue going through life wounded by pain and resentment do the dirty work and heal.
Victorious are the Liberated