It has been a long time since I’ve spoken.
Sometimes I am not sure where my voice is, sometimes it is a small whisper hoping to escape the confines of my body. I speak often but the truth of me and what I feel is the voice I am speaking of. The voice that when used gives us the power to share the intimate parts of ourselves, the power to change ourselves and truly be authentic.
I robbed myself of that voice in fear of hurting others. Keeping so quiet, burying it so deep, I myself couldn’t hear it anymore. Because if I spoke my truth, my reality, my fears and mistakes that would mean they were real and that terrified the living shit out of me. It would mean I couldn’t hide any longer inside myself and I would be seen by the world, by those who loved me and most importantly….I would see me.
It would mean there would be no more secrets that disempowered me, no more secrets to protect those who had hurt me and the people that loved them. I was scared of what would happen more than I was concerned with setting myself free. Free from the shame of feeling unwanted and disconnected from my family for my entire life, the embarrassment of feeling completely misunderstood and the black sheep of the family, free from the unworthiness brought on by the abuse and neglect I grew up with. All in the hopes of saving those who didn’t care about me.
My entire life up to this point has been a struggle of self love, acceptance and worthiness. I have battled deep depression, anxiety, addiction, self punishment, mood swings and fear of speaking up. And all this has done is keep me shackled to the place I can no longer be, to the kind of person I no longer want to be while living in constant fear of everything.
I have felt like a stranger walking upon this earth.
Not feeling tied to anything yet connected painfully and profoundly to everything all the while wandering aimlessly and being pulled in so many directions. Never participating too much as to not get too attached to anything or anyone, feeling there is only pain to follow.
This body I carry, over grown with protective layers and holding so much pain can no longer keep up. Because I know there is more, there has to be more to this existence…I can feel it. I can feel it when I look into my children’s eyes, when I hear their laughter and when their arms are around my neck. I can feel it when a client says “thank you for helping me through this, I don’t know what I’d do without you” and when a friend, family member or stranger allows you a glimpse into their heart.
It is in the most beautiful moments of life that we feel purpose and in the darkest moments we feel utterly alone without direction.
It is time for me to travel into this dark night of my Soul. A journey that has been calling me for so long, one I have been ignoring and too scared to walk. The purpose of this travel is to finally be free, something I’ve been dreaming of all this time.
It is time to strip down, remove the layers of armour I have adorned, unshackle my wrists and ankles and set myself free.
Here is to new beginnings!
Much Love,
L