healing
How to heal fully and properly.
The Stories We Tell Ourselves
Imagine if we aren’t really the stories we tell ourselves? That’s what I thought to myself last night, before I fell asleep. It was a heavier day than normal and something had triggered me, which arose a series of emotions. I could feel my walls rising as a shield myself to protect my soul and the pain transformed to anger. I’ve been here before; I know how the story goes—at least that’s what I told myself.
By Jasbir Malhi6 years ago in Motivation
Being a Victim to a TBI
At the age of 15 I was involved in a car accident that almost ended my life. I was in the passenger seat of my sister's vehicle when, while we were stopped waiting for the people in front of us to turn, we were rear-ended by another driver going 50mph. That immediately shoved us into the other lane of oncoming traffic... directly in the path of a power truck. The power truck hit my door at 50mph, crushing the entire side of the vehicle, and breaking almost everything on the right side of my body including my back. I became unresponsive at that moment. My sister who was driving was still conscious and could only sit and look at my bloody, lifeless body covered in glass.
By Jodi Clarke 6 years ago in Motivation
Taking an Emotional Journey
All of us, for as long as we’re breathing, will go through the ups and the downs of life. We are supposed to feel emotions. We attach emotions to our thoughts. We give meaning to every experience by the thoughts and the emotions we attach to it.
By Teddi Jutsen6 years ago in Motivation
How to Get Over Anything
I believe the key to getting over things isn't 'getting over' them at all. We believe we have healed when we no longer think about that ex, or that friend, or that job, or whatever it is that we think we've 'lost.' Here's my take on it!
By Monique Sapla6 years ago in Motivation
My Journey from Hell to Hope
Once upon a time, I lived what seemed like an idyllic life. I was one of those people who went through their days thinking things only happened to other people. Oh, it was not without incident; my parents were divorced when I was very young and my grandfather passed away a few years later. My mother was a single, working mother, whose circle of friends were mostly divorced, so I did not feel the stigma of being a child of a broken home. I was shy, but had friends, did my homework, played baseball in the street and had a typical 50s childhood. Then, when I was 19, my father died, having been out of touch for years, and I was devastated. That was a difficult time, but wasn’t enough to deter my belief in the “other people” theory.
By Suzanne Scott6 years ago in Motivation
Being Unapologetically Beautiful
Growing up in Tanzania, I felt beautiful. Of course, people rarely tell you how beautiful you are because that isn’t (wasn’t when I was growing up) part of my culture. I grew up surrounded by people who mostly resembled me. Black, cornrowed or braided hair, good meat on the bone, because in my country having meat on your bones was an admirable trait, a sign of wealth and good fortune.
By Jasmine 6 years ago in Motivation
Becoming Vocal Again
The name Vocal flashed up on Facebook. It resonated deep within my soul. Following neck surgery a year earlier, I had struggled to talk, to swallow. To do all those simple, mechanical things that our body does so mindlessly, so efficiently that we totally underestimate the complex workings required to make these miracles occur
By Coralie Sickmann6 years ago in Motivation
My Journey to Truly Understanding Love
As a young person i would have said that LOVE was what one felt toward their Mother, Father, and Siblings, but I came from a pretty dysfunctional family and I wouldn't wish that love on anyone. It took me seven years away from my family before I could tell my partner that I loved them, because every time the word was about to come out of my mouth I thought of my father, whom I'd been told to parrot the words "I love you" to, even though I'd never heard them from him. I had to relearn the world LOVE under a non-familial context. I had to "learn" how to love again. After those seven years of relearning, I looked up definitions of the word: "A profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person," YES, if that was love, then I sincerely felt it for my then partner of seven years. How about "a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend."? Well, I loved my mother, and though Jay and I didn't really get along very well at the time, I was fond of my brother, but again that "family love" got stuck in my throat when it came to my dad. I finally came to realize that, at that time in my life, "love takes time", and I was learning that I had to separate the idea of "familial love" and "non familial love". Once I made that distinction I could vocalize that I loved the person that I'd decided to share my life's journey with, my partner, and over time I realized that I could love other people too. That there were different kinds of love. I found out that the more I loved people, the more those old definitions of love fell away
By Craig Braquet6 years ago in Motivation
The Need for Constant Validation
In today’s society, we sometimes look at others for external validation. Whether that validation is about our outfit of the day, Instagram posts, who we date, or bigger life decisions such as moving cities or quitting our jobs. When I first started therapy, I never noticed how often I was looking for outside validation from someone else that I was on the right “path” in my life. Once I started to really look within and understand my self-sabotaging behaviors, I started questioning my thoughts, and one phrase I repeated to myself often: “How is someone else supposed to know that I’m doing the right thing for me? The only person that can validate that I’m on the right path is myself.” I still catch myself with self-doubting thoughts, but for a really long time, I was at a point in my life where I couldn’t trust myself to make decisions, big or small.
By MarisaKaye6 years ago in Motivation
