The Story of a Wounded Healer

“Wounded healer, finding a way to faith through trauma.”

When you’re doom scrolling on tik tok and one of those tarot readers taps into what the kids call your delulu. A cute way to say that you are delusional to believe this person’s message “found you because it was meant for you.” Yet, you hear something so profound that you have to pause the tik tok to write it down? Yeah, that’s me. Right here. Right now.

Welcome to the manifestation of a tarot reader feeding into my delulu.  

I have been experiencing a lot of uncomfortable emotions lately. I have not been feeling safe or secure in multiple areas of my life. I am embarking on a new creative project and finally stepping into a role that I always knew I would play. I am creating something I am destined to create, and I am terrified. I am unsure how this project will unfold, and I don’t even fully believe I have the skills capable of producing this masterpiece.

That is what it is though. I am working on a masterpiece. Not in the grandiose sense of something so profound and magical that one would call it a masterpiece. Rather, this is a piece of art which I am setting out to demonstrate how I have practiced mastering healing in the face of adversity. So those words really struck me. “The wounded healer, finding a way to faith through trauma.”

I believe that it is through sharing our story that we build connections with others; we bond over shared experiences. We may even bond through the recognition that we are different; when we choose to honor and respect the differences in another we deepen the trust in the other that they accept us, just as we are, and us them. It is a display of strength to stand tall and true to who you are in opening yourself up when in disagreement with another.

Sharing inspires conversation. Sharing inspires us to reflect upon our own thoughts and beliefs and to evaluate whether we agree, disagree, are neutral or need more information. I believe that every time I share my story I deepen my resiliency. I heal myself, and I hope that I create space to help others open up and heal as well.

I have been wounded in my life. Physically and emotionally.

I have experienced real trauma and from time to time I have traumatic somatic flashbacks which shake me to my core.

I have spent a lot of time in therapy and seeking spiritual guidance to ease the pain of those experiences. My guides have helped me galvanize my pain into strength.

I seek to see the best, and find the seed of greater benefit in every adversity (a saying my mom often told me growing up when I struggled with my disability and understanding why my soul chose to live this path on earth).

I am embarking on a journey to open the window to what has transpired in my (I hate to say this aloud) 40 years in this body.

I am a wounded healer who has found faith in the goodness and sweetness of life through processing my trauma and choosing love over bitterness.

My story is ever unfolding. This masterpiece writing is scary, and yet I am sure that now is the time to speak up. Now is the time to say it all. To prove to myself, and to the world, that we are stronger together and that love can truly heal our wounds.

Stay tuned.

Hold me accountable.

Ask me how the progress on my book is going.

Share with me about your life.

I want to hear you, and I want to hold space for your story and celebrate your journey.

Thank you, with all my gratitude, for being part of the world’s collective energy.