Recently, I’ve been on this winding journey of releasing emotional baggage. It feels like I’m sitting in a small rowboat on a vast ocean, waves crashing all around me. Each wave is an emotion—fear, anger, guilt—sloshing over the sides. They ebb and flow in an endless cycle, and just when I think I’ve gotten a handle on things, another wave crashes in. It's exhausting.
I find myself overwhelmed at times, staring down the depths of my feelings. It’s almost like being a baby who finally grasps that their nappy is full of mess. The realization can be liberating but also terrifying because now there’s a call to action—a need for change. And yet, confronting these emotions? It feels monumental. I often doubt if I have the strength to face what lurks beneath the surface.
It's become clear that this process of emotional healing isn’t just a phase; it might be something I'll grapple with for a very long time—maybe even forever. Reflecting on where I was a year ago brings mixed feelings. That person feels so far away now, and while I can’t return to who I was back then, maybe that’s the point? Growth isn’t about going backward; it’s about moving forward into the unknown.
I had this moment recently—peaceful and surreal—that took me back to that near-death experience from my teenage years. It was as if time stood still; everything felt right for just a moment. But how do you hold onto that kind of feeling? Is it possible to carry it with me through life’s stormy seas? As much as I long for consistency in this emotional chaos, I realize that maybe it's okay to ride the waves instead of trying to tame them completely.
