Or is it?

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I don’t believe it’s ending. I believe we are renewing.

In my own healing practice and self development, I had to learn how to undo the layers around me. I had to learn how to shed the outer layers like an artichoke to get to the core of who I am.

I am love. I am truth. I am light.

To get there? Man, it was painful and still is, to a certain extent. First I had to awaken to the fact that there is something more to life than what I was experiencing. After that, I had to learn how to shed and let go of what I believed made me, me.

Healing is not pretty. Healing consists of touching parts of your soul that you once forgot about. It consists of realizing that a part of your soul fragmented off somewhere along the line. It consists of facing your inner most fear. A fear that can run through your veins all the way back ten lifetimes ago, to the child you once were. Healing consists of watching a demon run towards you a full speed and standing your ground, knowing you can and will defeat it. It’s the ugly cry that you suppressed your entire life.

Healing also consists of being kind and gentle with yourself, a lost art because I tried to be so damn perfect.

I live my life and I love fully.

I write about practical spirituality and things that go bump in the night. Buy my book, Holy Sage for the Soul https://linktr.ee/caroldao

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