Are We Seeing the Beginning of Global Healing?
The First Stumbling Steps of Healing
In the days before the election, I saw an upsurge in unkind, and often irrational behavior. The pain and anger so many people carried came bubbling to the surface in a shit storm of vitriol marked by name calling, castigation, and verbal abuse. In the midst of it all, I made the decision to voice my opinion where I deemed it appropriate, but to refrain from getting into any of the pissing matches where, let’s face it, nobody wins.
Making that choice allowed me to step back and play the observer for a little while. What I saw, instead of discouraging me, gave me hope. It brought to mind the early years when I finally realized I needed to work on myself and release decades of baggage that served only to make me a miserable, angry, unhappy person.
The first stumbling steps I took were clumsy and painful, but I’d already ripped off the bandage, so there was no going back. Years of misery flowed freely; a festering wound finally allowed to drain and begin to heal. To the outside world, I was an ugly, messy, pitiful pile of protoplasm most were happy to avoid, or worse, judge.
As I brought all my dirty laundry out to air before disinfecting it or letting it go, those I’d gathered around my broken, angry self ran off to greener pastures, or perhaps to others who still clung to their brokenness, convinced it was the security blanket that kept them from falling into a million pieces. Learning my own security blanket was nothing more than an illusion detached me from their comfort zone. I was no longer someone who shared, and even reveled in misery, or someone they could make more miserable to assuage their own for a minute or two.
Getting Past Fear
What I’m seeing in the world, in Humanity, is what I saw in myself, and at times, still do. Healing is a messy, often ugly process. The initial steps are filled with unknown terrors as the mind seeks to draw back to a world that was far from perfect, but comfortable in its familiarity. Any setback is an excuse to return to that pit of despair, even when the healing process has progressed to the point where the pit has virtually dissolved. There will always be remnants, and a part of me willing to ignore the pain and return to what it once knew, and even loved.
Humanity is going through growing pains right now, and the deepest, darkest, ugliest side of people is spewing forth in a last-ditch effort to retain it’s position of power. Their behavior mirrors that of the moldy old men desperately trying to retain their positions of power in governments around the world, but most notably in the US. For someone like me, it’s difficult to watch, and even harder to stay out of judgement. I know from experience feeding the beast will only slow the process.
Granted, I have no real influence on the world as a whole, but if I stay out of judgement and argument with one person, I’ve somehow made a difference, though I’ll probably never see it. Like the boy walking on the beach who was returning starfish to the water one at a time, I can’t help or save them all, but I can help one, if only by being one less person feeding their anger and pain.
Attracting Love and Compassion
Reminding myself the angry outbursts are simply a reflection of inner turmoil and unimaginable pain helps me remain detached. Thinking back to the person I was 20 years ago when I took the first stumbling steps on my own healing journey helps me engage compassion and push frustration away. I needed no one to change my perspective, nor would I have welcomed the effort. It was a journey I had to chart and tread on my own. The same is true of everyone who is now feeling angry, helpless, and combative. They’re fighting a battle inside themselves, and may or may not have figured out it is, indeed an internal battle.
My own struggles brought forth love and compassion from unexpected, but welcome quarters. There were, and still are people who may have seen their own path out of darkness in my actions and words, and did what they could to light my way. It’s my turn to do the same. In doing so, I further my own journey which truly never ends.
A Lifelong Journey
There will always be pieces of myself that need healing. There will continue to be things which leave wounds, but these days, I’ve learned to let things scar over instead of picking them open over and over until they’re an oozing, festering mess of unexpressed emotions.
In my brief venture as a Theater Arts major, I took a couple of acting classes. I learned the easiest emotion to express is anger. As I look at the world today, and the way people are behaving, I see anger more clearly than anything else. Of course, part of that is exacerbated by media and leadership, but each person’s anger is still their own. When I allow myself to step back and observe, I can see the anger is a desperate struggle to hide the softer, gentler emotions. I see the fear behind the anger in people who were taught that to let anyone see their pain would invite abuse, and worse, disrespect.
I know that look because I wore it myself for the majority of my life, and letting it go was the hardest thing I ever did. Healing the anger and pain, and shutting down the voices bent on discouraging you from learning, growing, and embracing your imperfect self takes an act of will as strong or stronger than giving up an addiction. In fact, holding onto pain and anger is, in it’s own way the most pervasive addiction known to, but seldom acknowledged by mankind.
Hiding Fear Behind Anger
Look at all the people who thrive on complaining. They never seem to be happy about anything, but look for the dark cloud in every rainbow. It’s not that they don’t know how to be happy and pain-free. They fear it because they’ve learned to see a moment of happiness as a promise of agony to come. The first step towards learning it doesn’t have to be that way is expressing the anger brought on by those feelings of helplessness.
It took a long time for me to realize the strongest people aren’t the ones who show no cracks in their facade, but instead, are the ones who are brave enough to show their imperfect, vulnerable selves. Making the transition was a terrifying process at first, though it might have been easier had I known the rewards that awaited me. I know now, I wouldn’t have believed anyone who told me about them, any more than all the angry ones would believe me now.
Everyone must go through their own process in their own way. But first, they have to make the choice, unhindered by the judgement, opinions, or influences of anyone else. For many of us right now, our job is to create a safe space for the transformation to begin for someone else.
Opening My Heart to Gratitude
My gratitudes today are:
- I’m grateful for the pain I went through to find my true, authentic, vulnerable, imperfect self.
- I’m grateful for the opportunity to create a safe space for someone else to process and release their pain.
- I’m grateful for hindsight which continues to be 20/20.
- I’m grateful for the lessons people have taught me about compassion, kindness, and supportiveness.
- I’m grateful for abundance; patience., compassion, community, support, love, joy, healing, peace, balance, harmony, health, philanthropy, and prosperity.
Namaste
About the Author
Sheri Conaway is a Holistic Ghostwriter, and an advocate for cats and mental health. Sheri believes in the Laws of Attraction, but only if you are a participant rather than just an observer. Her mission is to Make Vulnerable Beautiful and help entrepreneurs touch the souls of their readers and clients so they can increase their impact and their income.
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