My only regret is that I didn’t find this healer years ago

My only regret is that I didn’t find this healer years ago.

My life as an author is going ahead in leaps and bounds. I am experiencing that satisfying feeling when that perfect cake is rising in the oven or when the finishing line in a marathon is a mere crawl away. The word gratitude is now coming out of my mouth more often than it ever did.

My whole life has been about growing and achieving driven by a need to constantly discover new and innovative ways of doing things.

Today, in particular, many years ago, I became a mother for the first time. I, like many others, was torn between juggling a career and motherhood. As someone with a creative mind that races faster than a whirlwind at times, I struggled with keeping it from spinning out of control. Keeping my mind in check and in tune with the rest of me was hard to maintain. The challenge to keep my mind from spinning out of control with projects, travel, and personal development caused chaos in my personal life. This imbalance, more often led to repeating the same experiences.

Eventually all this took a toll on my nervous system. My anxiety and panic disorder went through the roof. I became depressed when I wasn’t everything.

I am semi-retired, whatever that means because I haven’t enough hours in the day to accomplish everything. A year ago, I started paying attention to my out of control emotions. I started feeling this deep searing pain and a rising discomfort with myself and started questioning who I am. I struggled to listen to those close to me who cared about my wellbeing. I thought they were being overly critical and that I could work it out.

It soon dawned on me that I couldn’t do it on my own. When that realisation took over, I came unstuck to the point where I could not leave our home. When I finally accepted that this is not normal and not something that I could work through on my own, I felt a complete failure. At that low point, I sought professional help.

I was fortunate to find a healer. His life changing work led to significant changes in my thought pattern. My brain remains super creative but the spinning, the critical over-thinking and the mental anguish has been replaced with an inner stillness and a deeper appreciation for who I am.

My new book, Behind my Smile: a True Story of an Author, a Broken Spirit and a Healer will detail the full story of my road to recovery. Prepare yourselves for a bumpy ride!

My healing journey allowed me for the first time in a long time to feel at peace, and to settle the mental anguish about my future. My future definitely looks very bright.

 

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Enlightenment and my spirit

Sunday morning ramblings. 8.12.2019

A few weeks ago I worked through some difficult processes with my healer. Our work focused on enlightenment. This process involved stripping down and uncrumbling that facade of pretence, the layers of untruth that had embedded itself in my psyche. I discovered that exposing and removing everything I imagined and believed to be true is challenging. In recent times, driven by that urge constantly nagging at me that I am out of tune with the world around me, getting help was vital.

As someone with anxiety and panic disorder as well as perfectionist tendencies, the act of admitting to this facade of pretence was confronting. Yes, for too long I believed that this made me the real deal. This was further impacted by a notion that my success depended on being bigger and better in all aspects of my life and that it was my purpose to strive for that. This I falsely believed would prove that I am an equal and good enough compared to those around me.

But then as things became clearer my mind started questioning. Good enough for who or for what? Whose benchmark am I using? You see, I am a product of a system that messed with my mind. That system was called apartheid or oppression whichever is the worse word for it. The work required to find closure about this is not the easiest path, especially for a chronic over-thinker. Letting go of these damaging thoughts have been a slow process. My spirit was in despair. While I’m chipping away at searching for the essence of my spirit, held in captivity for so long, a renewed being is clawing it’s way out. There is no stopping now. No going back.

But allow me to share. You know what I detest the most in letting go? Not the hard work I must put in to gain closure from this crap that shaped my early life but the audacity of those who say, with such ease: ‘you must move on.’ You must let go to survive. Hello … moving on is a process. We cannot only survive. We must thrive, our spirits must see the beauty to revel in life around us.

Like a motorised engine, as in life, sometimes it stops and starts, splutters and chokes. But after each service and oil change it purrs beautifully. If you have suffered systemic abuse in any form, then the very mechanisms needed to keep going have either rusted or have been eroded. Further shame and ridicule erode healing. Unity and encouragement are wonderful affirmations for those struggling through trauma. As they say in South Africa – Ubuntu – the spirit of humanity towards others.

And I want to ask those who kept/keep these systems flourishing for some tips in moving on, in how to turn a blind eye. If you are up to it, give me your top ten tips in any order. I ask this because of the silence. It makes me wonder if you have the answers.

Outside the birds are chirping. Another day is starting. I choose to make it a good one.

Sometimes when I talk to God, to Spirit, to the universe then they laugh at my plans. Those ones where my creativity knows no bounds. When I complain that I don’t understand my role, that my trauma filled life is overwhelming, you know mos how we complain. That’s when meditation, enjoying nature, showing gratitude, connecting with Spirit become the tools to get through my day.

Namaste. Blessed Sunday to you all. 🧡

Healing the wounds

In this blog post I’m subjecting myself to a possible barrage of attack. But hey,  I have the wisdom of healed wounds spurring me on.

When I ponder on how we can get closure about our oppressive the past, the reality hits that the closure we are seeking is the curse that shaped the life we were born into.

What I’d really like to see, in my life time, is for the privileged who constructed their white identities during apartheid, the white Australia policy and other monstrous regimes, that have become so deeply embedded into their psyches, to stop defending this privilege.

Born into oppression, and having this privilege shoved in my face by white identities created many wounds that need healing.

So when I speak to you about your privilege and the damage done to my people, there is no need, on your part, to become so defensive. That will only blind you to the wrongdoing. With the result you will only see the injury to yourself in this process. I am calling out the injustice served by your privilege and not an individual attack on you.

It will serve a greater purpose if you admit to the injustice even if you, the current privilege, are not responsible as many claim. Admitting that you are living under the legacy of the identity created for you by your ancestors is a vital step towards healing our wounds. Don’t be selective about what you gained from it. For one, change the language you are using and acknowledge what you’ve gained and how good it was while it lasted. Articulate your regrets about relinquishing the power, or if you hated the process you were ‘forced’ to live under. Explain your abhorrence to a legacy that you benefitted from. Help me out here to understand and trust your sincerity.

Fighting for a better world includes honesty and compassion.  You can’t have one without the other. Don’t go running around protesting about climate change while you are oblivious to the wounded walking right next to you.. Be concerned with your fellow human-beings who are still suffering the trauma of your privilege.

Let’s heal our wounds. Our scars can become the wisdom that’ll lead future generations into a life of true equality. You owe it to yourselves and to us to make retribution.