I wrote a lot about contrast after my loss.
The sharp, staggering awareness that I was living in an entirely different reality than the people around me. Stories about the smallest moments that were devastating reminders of what grief and trauma had stolen from me.
This summer is another period filled with stark contrast; only those awarenesses bring tremendous gratitude.
My energy, motivation, creativity, and focus are all back in full force.
I’m happier, healthier, and more aligned than ever before.
There’s so much love and support all around me, and I can ask for and receive it without fear or panic.
My vision is the clearest it’s ever been, and there’s so much that’s expanding, inspiring, stretching, and shaping me into who I’m here to be (and at a highly accelerated rate).
My self-worth, self-care, and self-love are exponentially higher than they’ve been for the last 7.5 years—since before loss, trauma, and abuse.
I understand, on a whole new level, how to make seemingly impossible things happen, and I wholeheartedly trust myself and the universe.
I’m fiercely and unapologetically protective of my time, energy, and mindset because it took so much to get to where I am today.
It was the journey of a lifetime, one I’m so grateful to be finally reaping the most beautiful and fulfilling rewards from, and a journey I would never wish on anyone.
If you’re deep in it, stay the course, friends.
Keep putting one foot in front of the other and clawing your way forward.
Feel your feelings, honor your truth, and have your own back above all else.
Ask for help because I promise you are so loved and you’re not alone.
And surrender to the unraveling.
Sometimes things have to come completely undone before you can begin piecing them back together. Sometimes we have to allow ourselves to break all the way open before true healing can begin.
It’s not easy; I know that all too well.
But it’s always worth it in ways you can’t see until you’re on the other side.