🐠Lighthouse Survivors 🐠
Turn Your Wounds Into Strength
Our own shackles
There are times when we feel bound. Bound to out grief. Bound to our darkness. Bound to the mistakes. Bound to things that do not serve us. To the things that make us feel weak or unworthy. We listen to the whispers that it speaks. When darkness speaks. We have to stop this. How do we encourage others but can not encourage ourselves? (I’m learning this myself). How do we help others but do not help ourselves? How do we have a heart that beats but still not feel alive? These are questions I’m asking myself, but now I ask you the same. We are not bound to these things that do not serve us. We can un-shackle ourselves and be one with things that will serve us. That will help us come alive.
Rare Gem
You are rare. So rare. To feel something so deeply. To feel others so deeply. You are rare. You were broken into tiny pieces, and you put yourself back together. You never stop trying, even if you have failed You are rare. When your fire was burnt out, you relight your flame. You don’t not let the world destroy you, you rebuild. You are rarem
Hidden strength
There are days when I just struggle. There are days that it becomes to switch one of the light. Just one flicker is too heavy to accomplish. Days where the candle can not illuminate in the darkness. Days where you have dig out your own strength, strength you forgot you had. Dust it all off. You will get through this again just like you have in the past. You got this. You always will.
The bottom
Hitting rock bottom can hurt. Hitting rock bottom, feel empty and cold. You will know when you hit the very bottom, your very soul will feel it. Here me when I say this. You will stay there. You will not live there. You will not unpack yourself there. You will fight your way back up. Back to the light. You will kick, scream, and crawl your way out. You are not staying there. You will not.
Our mountains
We will always have mountains to climb. We all carry our own burdens and sorrow on our backs, more than we should. Some of us carry such heavy stories that they could paint a night sky into color. Some of us have felt hurt so intense that it can be hard to breathe. Thr grief overshadows and light that be shine through. Others are trusting the light again when all we have gotten is darkness. Finding our way through the forest to the open world. We can not hide from our trauma. We can’t even outrun it. I’ve tried to do both, and it’s failed me. Feeling the hurt from trauma doesn’t feel amazing. It can even feel like trying to breathe with collapsed lungs. I can tell you that it’s possible to breathe through it. It’s possible to live through it. It may not always look amazing or feel the greatest, but it’s something that is needed. In order to heal, we have to feel. Easy words until it’s done. We will fall. We will stand. We will collapse. We will march forward. Through the hurt and fear, we will not just survive. We live.
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