The Power Of Therapy

Trauma manifests for people very differently, and what’s very important to remember is that it’s not your fault and there is no shame in seeking help and emotional support. Each time this happened, I beamed inside because I felt special and chosen. My face would blush, and it would soon pass as I would follow the man up to the administration office, where he would close the door behind us. I remember my body stiffening, as I knew that this kind of physical contact was not okay and he was crossing some serious boundaries. I didn’t have the necessary assertive communication skills to tell him to stop. In a really twisted way, I also didn’t want to say anything that would make him not want me to be there for him anymore. I never told anyone about this experience because I took pride in being the reliable one that had a special job to do in the office. I think as I’m writing these words, I just figured out where I first attached seeking love to an addiction to achievement. I didn’t tell my parents about my experience at school until many years later because I couldn’t be 100 percent sure that there were actual sinister intentions behind his actions. I still can’t be sure. I am a very passionate advocate for the power of therapy in conjunction with holistic practices to facilitate healing. Now I measure healing and success based on the amount of joy I feel on a daily basis that I can share with a true partner in life who loves me no matter what and who I can be myself around without the pressure of proving my worth.

Not Guilty

Every time I hear this or hear them say this statement, it makes me feel like I’m going to cry. It’s a powerful reminder that feeling broken is the journey back to seeking the joy of being yourself. The best part is that you don’t need anyone else to do this. And when we do go through these tough seasons, it’s important to turn to our friends and family for support and comfort to ease the pain. I feel incredibly blessed in my line of work to help empower others to manifest their best lives. However, there can be slight pressure or focus in the industry when it comes to processing negativity. Sometimes it can be encouraged to be swept under the rug. If you’re around someone negative, then that must lower your vibration and cancel all your intentions with the Universe. So it’s best to avoid negative people, especially people that are emotionally suffering, right? Protect your energy field at all costs! Let’s judge them, talk about how hooked in their stories they are, cut the cord, and sage the crap out of our auras. This is not the right or most compassionate approach. The bottom line and the golden thread that binds us all is that we are all living, breathing human beings. We all crave the same intrinsic comforts to stay alive.

Careful Where You Stand

Having bad days or cycles of fearful thoughts is normal because you are human. So next time you think of assuming that things are a certain way, stop, pause, and cultivate the awareness that there is always so much more behind the perception of a story. Energetically, you always become the energy of that which you judge. When you embrace the wholeness of human expression and don’t try to spiritually bypass the lessons being presented to you, then you master the art of true empathy. These repaired pieces of pottery are far more valuable and cherished once they have been through this restorative process. You are no different. Sean and I flew from Australia and counted this trip as part of our honeymoon. The doctor said it would be fine to travel, and so I found myself in a tropical paradise with the time and space to work on myself for once. The motivational speaker on the stage gave the audience a task. We had to walk around the room, lock eyes with other people, and say, I see you. I can’t even tell you how confronting this was for me. I wanted to pull up my walls and not let anyone in.

Bent, But Not Broken

I felt naked, vulnerable, and in no way ready to hold eye contact with a total stranger. I could barely even share this level of intimacy with Sean. For years, when I was married to my first husband, I felt unseen. My heart started to hurt. That evening, there was a party on the beach. I got dressed up and loved the feeling of not wearing shoes to a dinner party. I didn’t have anyone to look after, I wasn’t on mommy duty, and it was one of the first times in my adult life where I was truly starting to relax. It was dark in the stall, but I looked down to see blood in my underwear. Again, my heart started to hurt. I was so far away from home. I didn’t have travel health insurance. I rushed out of the bathroom to find Sean. I’m bleeding, I said quietly. He whisked me away to our hotel room so we could plan our next moves. Our beautiful friend Dawn spent over an hour trying to change our flights to leave Punta Cana as soon as possible. The only option was for Sean and me to spend a day in New York before we could fly home. It felt like my body was keeping the hope alive that my baby was okay, but there was no way of truly knowing. We had to remain as present as we could with one another until we could finally have the confirmation we needed. It’s just too early to see, the technician expressed sympathetically. At nearly ten weeks, my baby had stopped growing. I felt so broken at the time and had no idea that the broken feeling would multiply with each upcoming loss.