There is a wound underneath the other wounds.
Under the exhaustion. Under the absorbing. Under the shrinking.
It is the wound of belonging.
This was the wound that I carried for so long. This was the wound underneath all the others in my life.
The quiet question that runs under everything: do I have a place here? do I belong here?
Most healing work never touches it effectively. It patches the surface wounds and leaves the deep one alone.
That keeps the wounded loop alive and keeps you from the kind of healing transformation that could change your life forever.
Not here. Here we go all the way down. We have to. I have to as a conscious healer. There is no other way.
If you know that question of "do I belong" you are in the right room. Say nothing if you are not ready. Just know you are not the only one carrying it.
Please comment as you feel called about this. I know it's difficult. I have been throught this fire. I am committed to help you get to the other side. 💜