Hiding In Rooms
Good Morning Gorgeous.
Today, my heart spills over with love for you. As I reflect
on the journey we're undertaking, I find myself enveloped in gratitude for the
person we are becoming. It's a breathtaking realization to look at you and
truly comprehend the depths of our being. This voyage of self-healing and
self-discovery is nothing short of extraordinary.
As a healer, someone who has delved into the intricate
tapestry of human behavior, I finally turned the gift of understanding onto
myself. Growing up amidst profound trauma, I discovered that I had constructed
rooms within myself – sanctuaries that offered escape and a sense of safety. In
an attempt to shield myself from the tumultuous emotions of my reality, I
learned the art of flight, soaring above the depths of what unfolded around me.
It became a survival mechanism, a means to avoid truly feeling.
I became adept at not experiencing the world around me, a
skill that turned me into a walking zombie. Life went on, and I merely moved
with it, not truly embracing anything. I was numb, detached from the richness
of existence, merely checking boxes as I went along. The facade I wore became a
mask, a carefully curated expression that mimicked the emotions I thought I
should be feeling. It was a self-deception that persisted for years.
Now, as I embark on the arduous task of unpacking and
confronting these long-buried emotions, I face the challenge of resisting the
allure of those familiar rooms in my mind or the temptation to float above the
intensity of my feelings. This ethereal detachment wasn't limited to negative
emotions; it permeated even the positive ones. I became a master at letting my
mask dictate the appropriate facial expressions, living a lie to myself.
For so long, I merely went through the motions, checked the
boxes, and moved forward. It was a way of existence that inflicted its own kind
of pain. I recall having to psych myself up just to tackle the simplest tasks.
But now, everything has changed. I yearn to experience life in its entirety,
the good and the bad. I am on a quest to embrace every feeling, every emotion,
no matter how intense.
I've witnessed the consequences of escaping and numbness.
I've floated through life, and I've come to realize that the pain of avoiding,
of not truly being, far surpasses the challenges of simply allowing ourselves
to exist. Now, I choose to be present, to live authentically, and to embrace
the full spectrum of what it means to feel.
With love and vulnerability,
Me
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