"What happens when people open their hearts?" "They get better." ~Haruki Murakami
There are many people around the world who have suffered from family problems, whether it be from an absent father, divorced parents, or many other very prevalent problems. I had heard, studied about, and sorrowed over this wide-spread problem, but had never thought that it would come into my own family. That was before we discovered that my dad had committed a first-degree felony, and my mom divorced him. He was then sent to jail.
This all happened less than three months ago. Aside from completely shattering any paradigm I ever had, and sending our family into complete chaos, I was thrown into a deep pit of utter depression. The experience had been, to say the least, very traumatic. All trust that I had in humanity was being severely threatened, as my father had left a huge ugly scar on my spirit before he was taken to jail. I believed for the longest time that I would always be crippled by this scar, that the scar was who I was, who I am, and who I would always be. It took many weeks of intense therapy, being pushed out of many ditches quite intensely by those who saw what was going on, and severe spiritual help from my church leaders before I saw even a glimmer of hope that I would become better.
This blog is about my journey to healing, and my discovery of who I am, and what is really possible. This is about how life can be truly beautiful, how life is full of light and discoveries, and how there is always hope, even in the darkest hour.
This all happened less than three months ago. Aside from completely shattering any paradigm I ever had, and sending our family into complete chaos, I was thrown into a deep pit of utter depression. The experience had been, to say the least, very traumatic. All trust that I had in humanity was being severely threatened, as my father had left a huge ugly scar on my spirit before he was taken to jail. I believed for the longest time that I would always be crippled by this scar, that the scar was who I was, who I am, and who I would always be. It took many weeks of intense therapy, being pushed out of many ditches quite intensely by those who saw what was going on, and severe spiritual help from my church leaders before I saw even a glimmer of hope that I would become better.
"Scars are not injuries... A scar is a healing. After injury, a scar is what makes you whole." ~ China Mieville, The Scar
This blog is about my journey to healing, and my discovery of who I am, and what is really possible. This is about how life can be truly beautiful, how life is full of light and discoveries, and how there is always hope, even in the darkest hour.
Wounding and healing are not opposites. They're part of the same thing. It is our wounds that enable us to be compassionate to the wounds of others. It is our limitations that make us kind to the limitations of of other people. It is our loneliness that helps us to find other people or to even know their alone with an illness. I think I have served people perfectly with parts of myself I used to be ashamed of. ~ Rachel Naomi Remen
