01/07/2023
I fight for myself, because I know in fighting for me, I’m fighting for them.
I fight for myself, because I know in fighting for me, I’m fighting for the little girl I once was.
I fight for myself, because I know fighting for me, doesn’t stop with me but it leaves a legacy.
The day I stepped into that counselors office was the day I was faced with a choice to fight, or run. But the chocie didn’t end there, I had to choose to fight every day. Because healing doesn’t happen over night, healing takes time.
We often leave the middle out. We tell the beginning, the life defining moment that changed everything. And we boast of the moment we saw the fruit of the work we put in. But what about that messy middle, does it not have a purpose too? What if it is more about the journey than the destination? What if most of our healing is lived in the middle? The story needs to be told here too. Other people need to know there’s hope in the middle.
I wish someone would have told me that I wasn’t broken. I wish someone would have told me that this journey would take a toll on me - all of me, and I would need to care for myself patiently. That while healing my mind, would also lend to needing to heal my body and spirit too. That it’s not all in my head, but it’s all of me that needs to heal too.
Stress, fight or flight, trauma, healing, anxiety…it wreaks havoc on our bodies. Our body feels the effects and the pain. Our bodies need to heal. Our faith gets put to the test. Our ideas, our beliefs, our questions of who God is get challenged. Our mind has to work in overdrive.
Mental health is more than just what’s in your head, it’s all of you. And all of you needs to be cared for - mind, body, spirit.
You’re not broken, you’re just healing.