I found this snippet in my journal from two years ago. Today, I support my individual healing clients in finding and using their voices all the time. It’s humbling to reflect on my own journey, how hard AND rewarding the work is.
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Dec. 2017 This has been a year of dramatic change in terms of using my voice. Sifting out, first, which is MY voice, MY beliefs, from the clutter of other voices in my head, which is an amalgam of parents/society/patriarchy, voices deigning to tell me who I am- “woman”, “daughter”, “divorcee”. Then starting to BELIEVE in myself, MY inner wisdom, the resonance and the validity of my life experiences and lessons. Then, having the courage to USE my voice, SAY my truth, my experience, my beliefs. At first with a trembling voice, so soft it’s nearly inaudible. And with my stomach so tight I nearly can’t breathe. But I do it anyway, again and again, not with the intent that it’ll all get easier, or even solve anything, but with the intent that my understanding of the need to speak will continue to deepen and solidify and THAT is the goal.
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The path to healing is long. Long. Moments like this are gifts, the realization that we ARE on the path and we ARE doing the work, we ARE healing.
