Truth Telling. A Homecoming.

For the greatest teacher will send you back to yourself; this is where your answers lie. Within. There is nothing you need seek, externally.

Grief. Healing. The Deepest Wounds. None of it is supposed to be easy. That’s how you know you’re doing the work. When silent cries pour out of your mouth because the truth has been reckoned with. That’s how I knew I was getting somewhere. When I allowed my anger to be felt, not to be silenced. When I recognized I was only angry because I had been oppressed. It was only when I was willing to meet myself with the sheer compassion of the woman who had been raped I was reading about could I meet myself with the same empathy and understanding that would demystify toxic shame. If I couldn’t do this for myself, it would stay bottled up and come out as anger and thereby default be passed onto another. And I’m a cycle breaker. Not a pain passer. But today I had passed pain.

The most profoundly healing thing you can do for another is to admit your wrong doing. Apologize. Say I know that I was wrong. It is because I am willing to understanding the wounded little girl living inside of me and have compassion for her, I can forgive myself, and ask for forgiveness of others. I will no longer deny myself of my story, my truth, or the trauma I have endured in my life to make others more comfortable with the space I am taking up. We are taught to…