The sentiments, feelings, expressions, emotions of this blog may appear childlike and perhaps unbecoming of a big lady like me, but what I have just realized, is that the healing I am doing isn’t about a big lady, rather that of a little girl.
The wounds that happened to me, happened as a young child, and what happens then the body grows big, but inside of me I am stunted and remain emotionally immature.
Expressing my feelings now, about events long ago, sound like I am lost in my past, but what is really going on is that I am healing me in my past and allowing my emotional body to catch up with my big lady body.
What is also very incredible is that an event today is orchestrated perfectly to heal a part of me that was hurt a long time ago.
The gifts that I received by my mother leaving a message on my daughter’s phone, is multifaceted.
Empowering, grieving, to seeing things I failed to notice, nothing happens by mistake.
Each event that stirs up emotions is here to teach, to bring a part of me back to me.
Just so you all know the little girl voice is a voice of little girl who had no voice growing up, and I am thrilled beyond words, that I have the opportunity and the vessel for her to heard.
Whether another soul reads this or not, I am reading it as I write.
It is an incredible experience to speak as me and to hear me, to feel the sorrow and be the one to comfort, to allow tears to fall that have been repressed for years, to feel after so many years of being afraid to, I am talking to or as the little girl in each post.
What sacred space this is.
A safe place for me.
