I had a dream about a man with a foot that had been stepped on. The foot had basically died. But he kept dragging it along with him everywhere he went, dismissing it. It hurt badly, but he had ignored it for so long that pretty soon it didn’t seem to bother him anymore. But it was still with him, and when people would notice that he walked funny he’d say, “Oh that? It’s nothing! It doesn’t hurt.” But it DID hurt, and kept him from getting very far.
My ‘dead foot’ consisted of all the false beliefs about myself from the pains I suffered as a child. That I wasn’t good enough, or smart enough or deserving of the good stuff other people had. That it was my job to keep going when I was hurting, endure it and help everyone else, even though underneath, the real cry of my heart was, “Who’s going to help me?”
Is there an injured or dead part you’ve been carrying around with you?
It’s no use pretending it’s not there. It’s obvious. Everyone else can already see it, so you may as well admit it.
Do you ever feel like a flower, surrounded by weeds? Have they had a stranglehold on your progress, keeping you from getting anywhere?
Your life may have been so intertwined with people and things that robbed you of your energy, that pretty soon you began to think, “I guess this is who I am.” But inside of you, there is a flower. When you find the strength to extract yourself from the lies you believed about yourself that others told you, you will be able to see it, too. You are the flower. Not the weeds.
When I finally got free of my ‘dead foot’ of false beliefs, I asked myself, “Why did it take so long?”
It was because it was what I was used to.
Rene Descartes said, “I think, therefore I AM”.
Back then I would have said, “I hurt, therefore I exist.”
But most of all, I had never met anyone else who had been in my shoes and found a way out.
Then I met Stacy Brookman.
Stacy showed me how a person can go to hell and back and use all that manure that had been dumped on her to THRIVE. And she did it by WRITING IT OUT.
What about you? Are you ready to get free?
As a Resilience and Life Storytelling Expert, Stacy opened the door for me to heal, grow, and blossom. Sometimes all you need is a good gardener for the soil of your soul – to help you dig in and pull out the weeds that keep you from flowering into your true beauty. Thank you, Stacy. I am eternally grateful to you.
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