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You Had It All Along My Dear

Haiku and reflection

Deep in the woods she Looked for a sign of her strength Found her reflection.

It’s been a rough year and I liken the trip in the woods to my life’s journey this past year; a quest for strength and resilience as I navigated both heartbreak and isolation.

It began when the world shut down, and my ENFP-self, the one who once derived her energy from others, found herself tested to the core. Two months later and much to my surprise my boyfriend broke up with me; broke my heart and sent me into a slope of emotions; pain, sadness, anger, and finally awareness and acceptance. The more I felt, the more I wrote, real and raw, giving my words wings, and publishing over 400 pieces to date as I processed and healed and bloomed from my pain.

Searching for strength I allowed myself to fall, to fail, to break, and to feel every bit of it, for only from a state of breakdown can we have meaningful and transformative breakthroughs.

Somewhere along the way, I began to consciously date myself and to intentionally practice self-love, for if you can not love yourself first you will never truly love another. I bought myself flowers, every week, and still do. I held myself when I needed it. I wrote notes from me to me with love and pinned them to my fridge where I could see them. I created structures and routines that nurture my self-care; building in dedicated time for exercise, reading, and sleep.

Today marks one year since my breakup and I no longer weep the abandonment I once felt, for I know who I am, I like who I am, and I choose me today— and to me, this is what matters most.

We must choose ourselves first, with all of our imperfections, before expecting anyone else to do so; accepting our pasts, our wounds, and our faults and working out the kinks where needed — investing in ourselves.

I no longer pine for others to want or choose me but rather am choosy myself with whom I share my time and energy.

Today I know that I am whole, I am complete, and I am enough. I am proud of who I am and who I am becoming.

I have made it through this particular forest and as I confidently confront my own reflection again, she affirms back to me the deep knowing, sense of self, and love that has been with me all along.

Thank you to you, my reader, for being part of my healing journey this year. Sharing myself from the inside out and connecting with you has been profound. Thank you for the safe space and the virtual arms you wrapped around me, inviting and allowing me to be real with you. I am grateful.