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I read this on Nate Postlewait’s stubstack this week and have been thinking about it ever since: “Instead of telling someone how strong they are because of the traumatic events they went through… ask them what it cost them.” That statement resonated with me…. Because trauma costs people many things. One of the things on my list…one things I know it cost me… Now, if you had looked at my life from the outside, it may not have seemed that way. I had a strong body. But looking back, I can see that much of the time… I didn’t really feel my body. And I had good reasons to live this way. There were parts of me that believed my body had betrayed me in abusive situations. Physically. I disconnected from sensation. At the time, I thought that meant I was strong. I wasn’t very emotional. Many of my clients have shared similar experiences. Others experienced the opposite. They were told they were too emotional. And Others experienced a combo of the two. Shut down and Too emotional. And underneath all that, many of them also....were NOT fully living in their bodies either. And they did what they could to be...Fine.... Makes sense. Because when your emotions are criticized… Sometimes those coping patterns look like shutting down. And soo much more…what would you add to that list? Mine is not comprehensive, just a list to get you started on what coping patterns you used or still use to NOT live in your body. Often, we can be speaking, moving, achieving, helping, parenting, working, exercising, and functioning in ways that appear connected… while physically and internally being very far away from ourselves. We do these things….Not because we’re broken. And honestly… Because healing stopped becoming: And slowly became: Not forced. But gently. And I think that’s one of the most beautiful parts of healing. Learning that living in your body can become a safe place. Maybe for the first time. So this week, I want to gently invite you to reflect on this question: What did surviving cost you? Not to stay stuck in grief or pain. And maybe also to notice… Are there places where you still leave yourself to feel safe? And if so… Maybe it’s breath. Can you offer yourself a moment of....No judgment. Because healing is not only about processing trauma. Sometimes it’s about slowly learning how to live inside yourself. With compassion and I see you energy, Along with a reminder that, ❤️ You Matter. Your Healing Matters. You Are Worth It! P.S. If this resonates with you, I’d love to support you. My classes and coaching are centered around helping people gently reconnect with the body through somatic tools, nervous system understanding, breathwork, and embodied healing practices. You don’t have to force your way back into yourself. You can learn to help the body feel safe enough to come home. Click the Button and we can have a chat about what working together looks like.
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