Don't Swallow the Pain
It recently became knowledge to me that since the age of maybe seven or eight, I've been swallowing my pain. Over the course of my young life there have been some very traumatic moments where instead of speaking of, confronting, or sharing my pain.... I took a big Gulp and simply swallowed the pain. I swallowed it and allowed it to fester. I swallowed it and allowed it to grow hands and feet. I swallowed it and allowed it to crystallize and harden within me. I swallowed it and told myself I didn't deserve to feel what I was feeling. I swallowed it and figured it would dissipate or evaporate even.... but No! Wrong! I peel back the layers of callus surrounding my heart... and there they are... laughing and smiling; playing hopscotch; having a blast; not thinking about me... just happy to be alive; happy they never got dealt with; never got put to rest.
Seeing this, I was quickly able to match the pain to its manifestation. I could identify each trauma and see how it bei…
Seeing this, I was quickly able to match the pain to its manifestation. I could identify each trauma and see how it bei…