I broke this week. Like a full on panic attack at the gym followed by rage screaming in the car to a complete guttural cry fest on my carpet of my bedroom. The emotions of abuse are awful and terrible and crazy. But they needed to come out, they needed to be purged.
I am going back to therapy. I cannot stress enough how important it is get tools to help you cope, have a tribe that will help in all ways, even just reminding you to breathe, and having a soft place to land. A man came in to my life to teach me all of this. It was brief but seriously impactful.
The universe has a way of putting people in your path to help you learn the tools or lessons needed to break the karmic cycles and patterns that are harming you. Spirit, God, angels, whatever you want to call it. The lessons have to be learned in order to heal and move on.
So today, I breathe. I let myself heal. I let myself feel all the terrible things and remember they do not have the power they once did to hurt me any longer.
I breathe.
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