My therapist says it makes sense that it would be part of my healing journey to feel compelled to honestly share. For so many years it did not feel safe enough in the world to share my childhood trauma with more than a handful of people. But now that I have dipped my toe into the idea of letting myself feel what that feels like … to share vulnerable truths with people who have earned the right to hear them, I feel that pull more often.
I am one of the many who has been struggling in an intangible yet omnipresent way recently. I struggle more days than I don’t. I overindulge in solitude and dog snuggles. The gym gives me purpose, my relationships give me connection and my home brings me comfort when things seem hard. But this is not a sad story.
Simultaneously, while going through the hardest time in my entire 46 years of life, I have:
- built the most evolved relationship with my husband
- started a business during a global pandemic
- stayed focused on our mission to connect our community around the pursuit of personal growth
- codeveloped a free-to-the-community kids program aimed to irradicate childhood obesity
- kept putting one foot in front of the other
- not quit
Today is a hard day, and it feels important to share this all with you, because I know today might very well be a hard day for you, too.
I often berate myself for wasting time, and it is the hard days that I am most tempted to believe that lie.
My reminder to all of you today is that IT IS YOUR TIME. Be kind, do honest work, cultivate meaningful relationships and spend the remainder of your time doing exactly what it is that you damn well please.
Love you, Karah