On New Year’s Day I co-facilitated a telecall. One of my co-hosts, a mystic and seer, said something during the call that rang true to me: “We suffer only because we can’t stand not being who we are.”
I couldn’t agree more. I am blessed. For the most part, I get to be who I am. I know what my purpose is and am living it. My 4-year illness and the deep-dive of healing it forced me to take revealed it to me: I am here to help people use their own dark night of the soul challenges as the catalysts for their spiritual growth. And to be a guide for other healers. To help people bring the parts of themselves that split off due to trauma, and illness, and heartbreak, back home. I help people embody their souls.
I tell myself a story that I like: that my entire life has been preparing me to offer my sacred purpose. That I had to go through everything I went through to become who I am. That my journey from wounded healer to healed healer is part of what makes me me. And for the most part, I believe that this story is true. But up until this past year, I have to admit, I have been lying to myself.