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The Messy Middle Part of Your Healing Journey

 

Going through the hard part of healing, the messy middle, is demonstrated in what we see in nature as the winter turning to spring. At first, it looks muddy, gray, or lifeless. The frost, the layers of snow, the piles of dead leafs, the smell of decay and dirt is not always pleasant. You may even find yourself wading through the puddles of muddy water, muddy paths on your favorite hike, and slippery river banks as the water is running into the rivers and the river water is all cloudy and gray. 

How can you take solace in watching nature this season while you perhaps are going through your deep healing or the messy middle?

We have learned to trust the process and the season of change in nature, haven't we?  We know what happens and we know why. 

The same is happening on your healing journey. You have been courageously digging deep, gaining awareness that gave you clarity of what issues you are addressing or healing. You have planted a seed of new possibility for yourself. Whether it is your thinking or feeling that you are working to shift and change, if it is a deep core belief, a personal truth, or a boundary that you are establishing with yourself or others, the process is always the same and it takes time.   

After a dark, cold winder, we go into a soggy, messy spring that eventually leads to longer days, greener pastures, and blooming trees and flowers. The cycle is the same, every time. 

To support yourself through this process of healing, in times when you have forgotten that you are going through a cycle of change and that things do get better, make sure you have good support.Stay close and connected to others that are going through the same process, that can encourage you when things get hard. Don't go through healing alone. It is harder and more painful to do it alone. 

It takes courage to choose healing. Most of that courage is going to be needed to trust yourself, trust the process, to stay out of the way of what your body, mind, and spirit can and will do to heal itself. Because, just like in nature, a season of change is always right around the corner for you. The night is always darkest just before the dawn!

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Some of what I may have experienced, from conception through ages 3-7, when I began to 'verbally integrate memory', challenges me more than what I can recall with 'greater certainty'. I probably began ['second-hand'] smoking 'in utero', because I wasn't able to 'play with matches' before birth, and both my parents smoked. ... While I was teething, in infancy and early childhood, I've been told, Over-the-Counter Paregoric (Camphorated Tincture of Opium) was applied to my gums. My Primary Care Physician/Pediatrician was probably also privy to that. I don't remember if I 'whined' before the Paregoric was applied, or if my mother made 'loving eye contact' with me, before, during, and after. I don't know if the Paregoric made 'teething' "so much fun", or not. I do now know that I had an 'aversion' to Ether, as I reflect on my pre-teen years when I built plastic model cars using Testor's glue; the kid next door used Duco cement-which has a substantial Ether content. I didn't like the smell of Ether (I wonder if they used that as an anesthetic during my Circumcision or later Tonsillectomy). My Olfactory sense seemed to work quite well though, during childhood and through over 40+ years of adulthood. ...

Where I 'Grew Up' has 'Different Seasons' than what we now have in northern New England: ("Fall, Winter, Spring, and July" ; "Summer, Fall, Winter, 'Mud-Season', and Spring"). We had started "Mud Season" (where rural dirt roads can be challenging for all this time of year), but we had another "Nor-Easter" --snowstorm starting yesterday, and continuing into today. I'd done quite a bit of snow shoveling yesterday and today, and this ACEsConnection post seemed to be a 'Safe Space'...

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