Healing in My Own Rhythm #235

"Warm Greetings to You All"
A very beautiful day to everyone in this great family. I’m so deeply honored to write once again this week, and I recognize the amazing efforts of the Ladies of Hive Community for always hosting this inspiring contest. I truly believe many of us carry some untold stories behind our smiles, and today here, I share mine: hoping it inspires more "healing and hope".

Understanding Emotional Pain and Grief

There were seasons when my life threw stones on me, an unexpected losses, personal disappointments, and days when I when I'll wake up questioning my purpose. One of such deepest wounds I carried was losing someone very dear to me. It definitely wasn’t just the loss that broke me, but of course the silence that followed _ no one to truly understand the weight I bore.

I would sometimes lock myself in, only smile outside but cry within. Sometimes, I could not even explain the pain I'm feeling. It felt more like drowning in my own emotions. But somehow, I didn’t stay there. I honestly found a way up.

My Path to Recovery

During my days of pains and griefs, I didn’t recover it overnight. Healing came in slow and honest steps and this are how I exercise to recover:

• Allowing Myself to Feel
  I only stopped pretending to be strong all the time. I mostly cried when I had to. I journaled all my thoughts and let my emotions speak instead of burying them.

Prayers and Talking to God
Faith became my source of oxygen. I poured out my pain to God the creator of the universe, not with some fancy words, but with a honest tears. I would say, “God, I actually don’t understand anymore, but I trust You.” And peace, little by little it came.

• Surrounding Myself with Good People
  I also began talking to some people who generously listened without judging — true friends who certainly saw beyond the smiles. Their unique presence reminded me I wasn’t alone at the page.

Keeping My Hands Busy
I also channeled my pain into purpose: — writing all day, designing graphics or clothes, and caring for my animals. Each of this creative act became a therapy. Purpose gave my pain a direction.

• Forgiving and Letting Go
  I obviously stopped blaming myself because it necessary no matter the situation involved. I perfectly chose healing over bitterness. Forgiveness was freedom.

Pain changes us in life, but it doesn’t have to destroy us totally. I'm only who I am today because I obviously dared to feel, heal, and rise. To anyone out there going through emotional pain: please take your time, find your rhythm, and please never stop believing in your own comeback. There’s light always.
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