Healing began with bullets flying in my direction, and I had to run for cover. Several rounds of pellets brazed my thigh, hips, legs, and shoulders, but I came out alive. I was on life support, and during that time, redemption, self-reflection, acceptance, acknowledgment, healing, and love.
Healing was cathartic, profound and intense, and emotionally liberating. I found that I had to go into depths and valleys to find the healing that I was searching for after being persecuted for years. Not only did I see this in therapy. The holy water saved me from the misery that I had been suffering from for years.
Apart from me felt lost, depleted, and scared of the other side of recovery. I had many people that I confided in that told me that I should not seek healing or recovery. They held me bound and at the hostage of my own growth.
But I was an active participant that allowed this madness to continue and infiltrate my life. As they extracted the bullets, the pain increased because I got used to hurting and savoring those wounds that nursed as a new friend who came to say hello and abruptly said goodbye.
Peeling back the skin to release trauma launched an outcry of emotions lodged in for so many years. It was like a flesh-eating bacterium that took over the body and the best way to heal or remedy the bacteria that invaded my body.
After a month in the ICU and several operative procedures, I decided that the best solution was to heal myself. When I decided to internalize the healing, I started healing, and all the wounds healed faster.
It was a magical moment when I realized that I had the power to change the outcome of my situation and my life. Because the inner work starts here and spreads outwards.
The feeling morphed into a butterfly waiting to leave its’ cage. I couldn’t hold back these emotions, dreams, aspirations, talents, love any longer. I cast away the burden at the nearest trash can in the hospital and left without a trace.
I said goodbye to the old me and welcomed the new me waiting to blossom, birth out, and she promised to never look back once she escaped that asylum hospital.
I have submerged into the ocean and held on without breathing for years, and I finally found an escape route through the moment of triage, when my life was on life support.
I found voice, smile, love, and appreciation of myself after so many years. The moment of solitude was fundamental for my recovery.
The mystery of life stimulates my curiosity because cryptic gives me vitality and a sense of worth in my recovery and healing.
The pleasure of loving thyself was the greatest gift that I could give myself. They told me that loving yourself is selfish for many years, but it was kind to yourself.
So, I am here to say I love the person I am becoming, say goodbye to the past, and welcome the future with love, embrace, and laughter.
Thank you, ancestors, thank you, grandma, for pushing me in the direction that I heading towards. I can honestly say that everyone who comes into your life teaches you a lesson, and it’s up to me whether they should stay for a season or for a lifetime.
I am majestically morphing into the woman and priestess that my ancestors put me in this world to become. Grateful for everything and more. I love you more than words.
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Healing Majestically 