Moving forward is disturbing, and anyone who tells you otherwise is not moving forward.

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8w7gsnJgqrTdGOzjkBkQ3YBtpyaHCb4wKT-eGS-SsfnrqA3tqBTJWwwMuYJnrj3K5a8ZJGH4zUZN9PA3F3Wi4iy-BPBzXUoc6BXSfY2B-dBeODVKCeciSOu4k3fwRayvzpytp5GN6KIg/s1600/1-1-child+abuse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8w7gsnJgqrTdGOzjkBkQ3YBtpyaHCb4wKT-eGS-SsfnrqA3tqBTJWwwMuYJnrj3K5a8ZJGH4zUZN9PA3F3Wi4iy-BPBzXUoc6BXSfY2B-dBeODVKCeciSOu4k3fwRayvzpytp5GN6KIg/s1600/1-1-child+abuse.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Verdana, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.9400005340576px; margin-bottom: 6px;"> Moving forward is disturbing, and anyone who tells you otherwise is not moving forward. To move forward is to heal. To heal is to become more independent. And to become more independent is to leave one’s parents, and the worst of their patterns, behind. This feels like being an abandoned child. And there is no greater disturbance than feeling like a helpless, powerless, vulnerable infant at the mercy of the world.</div> <div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Verdana, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.9400005340576px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"> We have spent most of our lives carefully planning and manoeuv<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">ring ways to avoid feeling abandoned. We block our healing process of recovery at every turn in the road. We disappear into addictions, relationships, parenthood, and other soul-numbing paths of a thousand varieties. We build false selves to fool ourselves into thinking we are happy and comfortable, but we never realise that the beams propping up our fronts are rotten with the misery of our unresolved traumas. Thus we succumb to their fears, but we cannot outrun them.</span></div> <div class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; font-family: Verdana, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.9400005340576px;"> <div style="margin-bottom: 6px;"> Life beckons us to recover and heal. Life beckons us to grow. Life beckons us to become honest and speak our truth. Life beckons us to face our fears, and not blot them out. Life beckons us to open up our most deeply suppressed sides and air them in the cool winds of recovery.</div> <div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"> If we do not, we will face worse consequences. We will grow old and shrivelled before our time. Our eyes will read deadness, our numbing depressions. We will lose our purpose, and only remember how to drive our cars in reverse – if at all.</div> <div style="margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;"> But if we honour our recoveries deepest process, we will grow supple. We will grow confident. We will grow humble. We will grow forceful. We will grow healthy. And we will grow nurturing, because we will tap into the source of deep healing within us all.</div> </div> </div>

Moving forward is disturbing, and anyone who tells you otherwise is not moving forward.

Moving forward is disturbing, and anyone who tells you otherwise is not moving forward. To move forward is to heal. To heal is to become...

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