I’m sweating, but I’m not cold. I feel an ache in my bones.
It’s like a fever, but how am I sick?
A symptom of my greater sickness, maybe?
All this bottled up grief looking for an outlet, attention,
escape. Freedom.
Because ultimately, that’s what I crave. I crave emotional
freedom.
So this is where it starts. It’s not always going to be
convenient.
Growth, I mean. It
sort of happens when it happens. That I’ve come this far is strange enough as
it is. Especially since I hardly know where my strength has come from. The
survival mechanism inside that helped me out of the the darkness. It threatens
me again, because I’m at a place where I can look at it and heal it,
finally. I want to let it go. I want to be ok.
I am ok; I want to be
incredible.
I am already that.
I am already everything I need to be in order to fall into bliss
with life.
I am willing to let go of the pattern that needs me to fail.
I am willing to release the need to fail.
I am willing to let go of my need to be a failure.
I can ask for help with ease, and will always find it.
Help will always come when I need it.
It is easy for me to ask for help.
I deserve help
I deserve to belong
I belong
I am connected to a wonderful, vibrant source of life
energy.
I am willing to purge this sickness from me.
My breath is healing and powerful.
I can do anything I set my mind to do.
I am strong enough to handle my life.
I am strong enough to
feel grief and heal from it.
I am strong enough to be deepened by it.
Letting
it go will help me rise above.
Letting it go will make room for more beauty in
my soul.
Love is everywhere, and I find it easily within me.
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