I’m a firm believer. Everything happens for a reason at the time it’s supposed to manifest itself. Earlier this week I woke up to an email from an editor who wanted me to write about dealing with disappointment from a family member. The details asked for how I deal with the stress, confusion, and ultimately mending this relationship.
I started crying and knew this was the universe telling me I had to confront a family situation that has been eating at me daily for years. So, I did.
This was the most difficult piece I’ve written in a long time. While researching tips and advice from mental health professionals, so many aspects of this situation fell into place. Patterns emerged. Clarity. Oh, clarity.
Have I figured out 100 percent what to do next? No. But I do I feel more empowered to stop the abuse? Yes.
I just submitted the article for editing. It’s out of my hands and my head. I’m proud of taking on this writing challenge and terrified. I’m speaking up for myself and it feels awkward. I’ve been a victim of abuse for too many years.
It’s time to move on.
Until next time,
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