I tell myself that I need to detach in order to guide them in the highest way without letting myself be a roadblock to their independence.
If I let myself run naked across this page, you will see me. I will be vulnerable. A deer in an open meadow with a bow and arrow pointed at my heart, or my jugular. I might stand wide-eyed and terrified of being laid to rest in a pool of my own blood-spill, or maimed to the point of crawling ...
I tell you this not to gain your pity or to put down one way of healing vs. another. I am sharing this because it is a story of success. I am finding my own way of healing, and discovering that healing can happen on my terms and in my own time and doesn’t have to look like someone else’s.