The Storm Within

There’s something powerful happening within me, something I can no longer deny or push aside. As I move through the last of 2024, I feel the heavy pull of a storm approaching, not from the world outside but from deep within my soul. It’s a storm I’ve resisted for so long, a force I’ve tried to keep at bay. But now, I find myself surrendering to it, allowing it to wash away the layers of shame, fear, and pain that have clung to me for years. This isn’t just any storm; it’s a reckoning, a transformation I have both dreaded and deeply needed. And as frightening as it once seemed, this healing feels long overdue and yet so incredibly welcomed.

I’ve come to understand that this journey isn’t just about confronting my past; it’s about finally meeting the parts of myself that have remained hidden for far too long. These pieces of me that I buried, the emotions I silenced, and the truths I refused to face. Getting acquainted with this hidden self has been both perplexing and humbling. How could I carry these wounds for so long and not see them for what they were? How did I allow limiting beliefs to shape my life in ways I didn’t even recognize? How could my own shame define me, even as I fought so hard against it?

But now, as I peel back the layers, I see these wounds for what they truly are, not weaknesses, not failings, but parts of me that need compassion, not judgment. Shadows that need light, not fear. Each wound is a teacher, guiding me to a deeper understanding of myself, one that is rooted in acceptance and love.

And I know I’m not the only one who feels this pull. I see it in others too, this subtle yet undeniable call to surrender to the storm within. To stop running from the hurt, the shame, the parts of ourselves we’ve deemed unworthy. To let the storm come and cleanse us. To let it tear down the walls we’ve built around our hearts, to flood the places where we’ve hidden our pain, and to wash away the stories we’ve told ourselves that we are not enough.

Healing the mother wound has been the most intense, yet liberating, part of this process. For so long, I sought validation, craving to be seen by the one person I believed could heal me. But I’ve come to understand that healing doesn’t come from outside of us; it comes from within. I’ve been learning how to mother myself, to offer the love, tenderness, and grace that I once looked for in others. It’s a delicate dance, one that is far from perfect, but it’s a dance I’m learning, step by step, as I surrender to this inner storm.

It’s as if my divine feminine is finally making peace with my inner balance, finding deep sacred honor in the oracle that I am becoming. I’m learning to balance the blind spots, the leaks in my energy field, as I feel initiated into a brand-new way of being. There is a profound sense of belonging here, an initiation into a deeper, more authentic version of myself, one that honors the wounds, the shadows, and the light.

I see this storm as a cleansing force, one that’s here not to destroy me, but to remake me. And in this remaking, I find space for the parts of me that have been waiting to be seen, heard, and loved. The parts of me that are whole, even in their brokenness. This isn’t a path I would have chosen easily, but it’s the path I needed to walk, a path that feels not just mine, but one I sense many of us are being called to walk.

We are not alone in this. We are all being invited to surrender, to let go of the shame, the old wounds, and the stories that no longer serve us. To allow the storm to come, as terrifying as it may seem, and to trust that we will emerge not only stronger but more ourselves than we have ever been. There is a beauty in this surrender, a release of the tight grip we’ve held on our pain, and in that release, we find the freedom to heal.

So here I am, standing in the midst of this storm, welcoming it like an old friend. I don’t have all the answers, and I’m still learning how to navigate this unfamiliar terrain. But what I do know is this: healing comes in waves. It comes in moments of surrender, in the quiet realizations that remind us we are worthy of love, just as we are.

If you, too, feel the pull of this storm, know that you are not alone. We are all going through it, each of us finding our way, each of us healing in our own timeline. And when the storm passes, we will stand, renewed, remade, and ready to embrace the fullness of who we truly are in a brand new day for all of us.

Keep moving through the storm of healing and transformation. It may bend you, unravel you, even break you open, but on the other side, you’ll be woven back together, your inner light shining bright, rising with the dawn of a brand new day, for yourself and for all of us.

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