Wounded But Not Broken

Jun 25, 2021
Hold Herat in Hands

Sometimes my fallibility and humanness catch me unaware. Being chronically sick for so long, was such a source of shame that at times I don’t allow myself to feel. It is only when my body says ‘enough’ that my brain follows suit and recognizes it is time to stop.

 

Can you relate?

 

Oftentimes I will go back to my story and remind myself where I have come from, and where I hope to go. It scares me to think of what I went through and how disconnected I can be from my body. I felt that my body betrayed me, so having an intimate relationship with something so cruel doesn’t make sense.

 

Don’t get me wrong; it’s great ‘doing life,’ rushing from a to b and forgetting the pain and hardship I’ve experienced. Why dwell on a time in my life that was difficult? I never wanted to be seen as a victim, so it is hard to acknowledge that at times I was, and still am.

 

I tried hard to hide behind the mystique of ‘being fine’ .. actually ..‘better than fine’ so at times I forget what it is like to not be fine, to not be ok .. to be tired, to ache and to feel sad.

 

Telling my story is a way for me to heal and I hope help others heal. It is a way to connect with my body and allow my mind to wonder.

 

There is a level of discomfort in being so open and vulnerable to the world; but I don’t want to live in the shame that I felt being so sick, for so long, simply surviving with an ostomy. I am a survivor, but I am also a thriver (wow .. that is actually harder than I thought it would be to say (today))

 

I think I am not alone in struggling to be human. I imagine many others with an ostomy feel the same. I know others who suffer from chronic illness wake up some days, and simply roll over and go back to sleep.

 

I also know it gets better. I guess that is why I am doing this. To connect to someone … out there ….  who has felt the same. Maybe commonality, a shared experience will allow us both to heal. Maybe someone reading my struggles with recognise it is ok to have theirs. I felt so alone at times, so confused, so lost that I just wanted someone to reach out, take my hand in theirs and never let go.

 

Take a moment with me. Place your right hand under you left arm pit and place your left hand on your right shoulder. Breathe. In through the nose, hold for 5 seconds and out through the mouth. As you breathe in, fill your lungs with a happy thought. Hold that though, then as you breathe out, push out a negative memory or thought.

Hold / Hug yourself in a blanket of self- compassion and love. Nurture yourself in this moment and remind yourself that you are human.

 

I maybe wounded but I am not broken.

 

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