All in Healing

Vanity.

I had to decide, again in that moment. Is this what we are about to do E? Are we about to beat ourself up or change the narrative. I decided to tell myself, you know what it’s okay to be concerned (not worried) about how the final appearance and outcome of your legs will be. But for now, we are still healing. Let’s heal and then cross that bridge when we get there.

The Power of Language

When I sat on the couch of my therapist’s office and said those words out loud, I was overwhelmed by the flood of emotions that immediately followed those words. It was a liberating release. It was me stepping into the true realization that my son was dead and would never come back. It was the feeling of regaining control of how I was feeling and experiencing my loss and taking back that power from grief through the use of language.

The Healing Properties of Silence

In my experience, silence has been this and more. It is a space where my thoughts meet my fear and my fears meet my happiness and my gratefulness rejoices and my emotions catch up with my logic and my heartbeat slows down. It is as much of a physical process as an emotional one. Thus, allowing slivers of peace to fill into the other spaces. There within those slivers of peace I gain my humbleness. A humbleness of recognition that a power greater than myself remains in control.