I often catch my own self-hate, often in the silent “ugh”s at myself, or the voice in my head screaming, “What’s wrong with you?!” I often find myself replaying something in the past that I can’t do anything about, over and over again; or anxiously trying to control something in the future, scared of being hurt again or falling flat on my face. I often feel stuck in feelings of indecision, overwhelm, regret, fear, ... (many many more on that list...); and there seems to be about twelve voices in my head all yelling different things at me. I often find that very unhelpful. I’m just trying to do life well. To live fully. To love wholly. To be, period. Whatever that means.
I know it’s hard.
You’re not alone.
You make sense.
The humans that sit on my couch inspire me. They go to their depths, come out pretty scathed, and work their stuff out tenaciously. They’ve taught me courage.
I love what I do. It’s an absolute privilege to be invited into their safe, bold, sacred space, where they wrestle hard with their complex humanness. That process- I have found- is nothing less than divine. I’m so very grateful for those I have collided with, and I’m hopefully excited about the new encounters to come!