Thank you for these words they allowed me to cry because this is how I feel and maybe I’m feeling not just for me but everyone that was an eye opener maybe for people who refuse or don’t want to feel maybe it’s just good to allow ourselves to cry or to feel and knowing our heart can love it all thank you
This piece speaks to me! You have so beautifully captured the exquisite pain in healing, the courageous choice in feeling unfelt feelings from generations passed, the grace of forgiving the unforgivable, and the strength the move about a world that can feel so empty and hostile. The will to live.
You know, there's something incredibly raw and real in admitting you're tired of healing. Sometimes, it's okay to acknowledge the weariness. To want rest. It's a beautiful kind of strength. Very well written, Mariah!
I feel this deeply. In the heart of it myself. My inner voice often reminds me “onwards and upwards and better we’ll be” as a result of all of this deep healing. 🤍🌈
This arrested me. I've felt much of this without expressing the words as succinctly as you have here. Thanks <3
Healing is a mystery and it takes good enough time. Be patient and one day you'll remember the pain and feelings no more. 🫶🏽
I claim this. Thank you.
Sounds like you’re healed, for now
<3
I'm tired of trying.
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I resonate with this so much. It brought me to tears. It’s heavy but we must go on 💕
We must.
“I yearn for a softness that years built on survival doesn’t afford” I feel this deep in my soul
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Thank you for these words they allowed me to cry because this is how I feel and maybe I’m feeling not just for me but everyone that was an eye opener maybe for people who refuse or don’t want to feel maybe it’s just good to allow ourselves to cry or to feel and knowing our heart can love it all thank you
Maria, I am so glad you let your tears flow. Thank you for being here🤎
I feel this. Deeply. Thanks for sharing. It’s so tiring and yet we must keep going, because the alternative is worse.
So so so much worse. I couldn’t imagine a world where nobody committed to the task of healing.
I couldn’t imagine that either. 🙏🏻
Unswerving and unlearning. Yes. How tiring it is to heal and to die to the old story. Painful patient work. I feel this. How wearying it is.
“To die to the old story” … especially one woven into our bloodline for generations 😮💨
WOW this is breathtakingly beautiful. Thank you for sharing. Heard. 🙏🏼❤️
Thank you for reading 🤎
This piece speaks to me! You have so beautifully captured the exquisite pain in healing, the courageous choice in feeling unfelt feelings from generations passed, the grace of forgiving the unforgivable, and the strength the move about a world that can feel so empty and hostile. The will to live.
Whew, yes Kim. It takes a lot. A lot of undoing, unlearning, doing, and learning and it seems endless. But within “the will to live” it must be done.
I feel this inner exhaustion so keenly. When is it enough, I wonder...
When is the way easy…
Is the way ever easy? Or is healing always this rough😮💨
(Smiling) I think it can be; perhaps it only requires a shift. I’ve decided this is my way forward:)
May you always have what you need…
<3
You know, there's something incredibly raw and real in admitting you're tired of healing. Sometimes, it's okay to acknowledge the weariness. To want rest. It's a beautiful kind of strength. Very well written, Mariah!
Thank you so much, Mo.
I feel this deeply. In the heart of it myself. My inner voice often reminds me “onwards and upwards and better we’ll be” as a result of all of this deep healing. 🤍🌈
I love that, carrying it with me <3
Beautifully written!
Thank you!
Truly beautiful.
Thank you so much.