The hardest part of life’s storms is that we don’t authorize them, and we don’t get to choose how they change us. It feels like the power is stripped from our hands, often given to someone who never deserved it. We grieve the innocence that was lost, the self that existed before the storm arrived. The hardest grief is missing the parts of ourselves that we had to leave behind—whether they were taken from us or abandoned in the name of protection.
Accepting that change is part of the journey, even when the storm revisits or lingers, is daunting. The process of reclaiming our power—of finding the way to embrace the transformation—is ongoing. Sometimes we believe we’ve reached the end of that journey, but the reality is, the storm leaves a permanent imprint.
I think forgiving one self is key to accepting the change. I have been in resistance of it for a while, (unconsciously) because I miss the parts of myself that I had given away with trust, to the undeserved. I think thats where the work lies. I sought to understand to make sense of a chaotic period and I did achieve it significantly, but that didn’t mean I stopped hurting as a result. It just means I have to focus on the healing, using my ability to understand as a guide, now.
What remains is this: the change is part of us now, and our path lies in either resisting or letting it reveal who we are becoming.
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