Have you ever lost hours, days, weeks, months, even years as a result of your own condition responses to a sudden changes in your emotional altitude and atmospheric mental health ; mainly because a thing, person, memory, or place resurfaced and confronted you in a moment when you did not anticipate that ‘thing’ happening.
One second you’re embarking on this rare, but important period of productivity, mental clarity, and just doing really well. You’re doing so well in baring witness to your own toxic behaviours and mental processes that keep you stuck, and then Boom. Enter emotional, body, and mental memory surface because of a person, people, thing, and…and then it all falls down. The walls cave in, lights out, and inner turmoil cometh flushing in.
I had one of those weeks, and it was dark, dense, and hopelessness was a prevalent theme. But something happened that I’ve never normally experienced before. Mindfulness happened. Stillness happened. I became the observer to my own internal storms in response to external ones, and I was able to hold space for my own suffering and act as my own empathic witness, carrying my soul through the hellfire.
And then something else happened. I got up, I produced work, I laughed, I told the people I love, I love them. And the storm was behind me. At least this one. There is no final destination to healing, there are only lessons, gathering of spiritual tools, understanding, love, and lessons, so many lessons. And I think that’s why this life thing can be undefinably beautiful and so necessary.
To everyone showing up this Monday, getting up, being present, being still, being quiet so you can listen and bare witness to your own life, you did it, you survived ‘that’ week, those spiritual assassins, and those memories. You’re here.