Monday, February 06, 2006

Vunerable and Healing


I am learning that it is only through being vulnerable and facing fears and living through painful stuff that I will find healing. I feel very vulnerable today. I'm trying to just stay with that and hope that from it will come some healing. Here are some thoughts on the subject:

We are healed of a suffering only by experiencing it in full.-Marcel Proust

"You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, I lived through this horror. I can take the next things that come along." Eleanor Roosevelt

Our wounds become our gifts."- Elsie Kerns

He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God. - Aeschylus (525-456 BC)

Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives." Author Unknown

Still I weep for what I cannot change.
Healing is a continuous process.
Rape affects all aspect of one's life and being and one has to work continuously to become whole and intact.
Pieces of myself are coming slowly together.
I am different, but I accept that.
The way out is to tell:
Speak of the acts perpetrated upon us,
speak the atrocities,
speak the injustices,
speak the personal violations of the soul.
Someone will listen,
someone will believe our stories,
someone will join us.

Charlotte Pierce-Baker -author of Surviving the Silence

The risk it takes to remain tight inside the bud is more painful than the risk it takes to blossom. We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.~Anais Nin~

It is time for me to blossom.........

2 comments:

Anna said...

I will listen, I will believe your story and I will join you on this path. You are never alone.

Anna said...

"...just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose."

The Rose