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How I Started To Heal When I Stopped Running
All my life I felt like I was running away from something. My enemy.
It was exhausting because I could feel my enemy’s presence looming.
It was there in every breath that I took.
And then one day, I was done.
Done with running.
Done with hiding.
Done with feeling heavy and tired.
And so I stopped, ready to fight my enemy.
I was shaking. I was scared. But most of all, I was ANGRY!
“How dare you chase me through my life? How dare you take up all my time, focus and energy? How dare you make it all about you and leave no space for me in my own damn life? How dare you!?”
Fuelled by anger and adrenaline, I turned around and finally faced my enemy.
After decades of running away, of hiding and evading it, I finally stopped and turned around to face it head-on. I was ready to fight for my life. This was it.
And so, I turned around.
And that’s when I saw that my enemy had always been my pain.
It was my pain trying to get my attention so I could begin to soothe and heal it.
