An earlier post similar in theme to the one I just posted. Like a spiral we are always covering the same ground from a different perspective in our healing journey.
I know I am alive. On any day my heart is beating and blood is pulsing through my veins, but that said coming from a family where if you were too happy or outspoken something was seen as bad or dysfunctional in that made my journey of seeking to be fully authentically alive has been a struggle. I had an older sister go into a psychosis in my 20s and although I did not witness a lot of the very painful stuff such as her trying to set fire to all the clothes in her bathtub while using it as a toilet the sense of fear and dread surrounding it all was there for me. Then with my other sister being considered as going off the rails when she was just bursting out of a very confining marriage only to be committed to a psych ward I also learned…
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Emerging From The Dark Night 