Crash Out, and Don't Ask Why

The thing about healing, it isn’t linear. You can be making tremendous strides, feeling all positive in light and love, only to have a crash out come out of nowhere to suck the fucking life blood from your marrow.

It is important not to fight it. Whether that crash hits you like a head on collision, or an overcorrection that sends you flipping end-over-end, stay strapped in and hang on no matter how uncomfortable and disoriented you feel. This is where growth begins. No grit, no pearl. Getting mad or upset about what you may perceive to be a negative situation will snowball—fast. Stop asking, why does this keep happening to me. Trust me when I tell you, and I’ve said this before, if you keep asking why, she will answer you with indifference, more hardship and a big ol’ heapin’ helpin’ of, why the fuck not! Been there, done that, too. many. times. In my experience it’s better to ask, what is it that I need to be learning in this moment. Cycles will keep repeating in your life until you learn whatever it is you’re meant to learn from them. The light bulb moments cannot be overstated, because once that switch is flipped, you gain a little more clarity and real healing can begin, or continue. Be well.  

#healingisntlinear #healingfromwithin #crashout #stopthecycle 

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