The Fine Line Between Intuition and Trauma: A Journey Toward Clarity

September 8, 2024

Navigating the line between intuition and trauma can be one of the hardest paths we walk. The image quote resonates with a truth many of us grapple with: learning to differentiate between the calm wisdom of our intuition and the reactive voice of past trauma. It’s easy to get confused—these feelings can blend into each other, making it difficult to recognize whether we’re being guided or misled.

I’ve found that creating moments of stillness and connection with myself is crucial to untangling this web. Spending time alone, away from external influences, allows me to quiet the chaos. It’s in these moments that my inner voice becomes clearer, and I can start reflecting on whether my reactions come from a place of true instinct or are rooted in past wounds.

But this is no easy task. The process takes patience, self-awareness, and a willingness to sit with discomfort. It’s important to recognize that sometimes we’re not even aware that we’re acting from a place of trauma—our responses can feel so ingrained and automatic.

However, I’ve learned that over time, the more we work through our past, the more we begin to understand ourselves at our core. As we process our experiences, heal, and grow, it becomes a little clearer each time. That inner compass, once clouded by the pain of the past, begins to shine a little brighter.

This journey of discernment is deeply personal and ongoing. It requires constant reflection and analysis, but I believe that once we reach a place of confidence in our healing, we can better trust the voice of intuition guiding us. We start to recognize the subtle difference between the fear-driven noise of trauma and the calm, gentle pull of inner truth.

For many of us, the line remains blurred for a long time. But as we do the work of healing and self-reflection, we become more attuned to that inner voice and better able to navigate life from a place of clarity and authenticity.

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