One day I woke up and said,
“ENOUGH IS ENOUGH”.
I admitted I was powerless and my life had become unmanageable. I found safe enough people to share my story with, and by letting my truths hit the air, my true healing began. There is power in feeling heard and understood.
I became a cycle-breaker for generations of dysfunction and I continue to fight the never ending war. I am the person my ancestors have been waiting on.
The war of trauma work with PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder) is like walking through a minefield. If I can defuse or set off all the bombs without blowing up, I am winning.
Recovery seems never ending and now I know it is. I’m still here, recovering, because my life depends on it. The longer I journey, the more those promises come true.
There’s beauty in being attracted by strengths and being more tolerant of weaknesses. I’ve also become unafraid of authority figures and have lost my need to people-please. I see the endless blessings and changes because I decided to heal and recover.
It works if you work it.
Keep coming back.
One year later and I’m still coming back.
Now I fill the G.A.P. With
Gratitude. Acceptance. Peace.
I’ve taken my life from victim to survivor.
After all, it was only one decision to live a completely different life, and one book changed everything.
Forever eternally grateful for the gifts of A.C.A. and my fellow travelers.
My Tattoo is a daily reminder from my inner loving parent that:
I AM ENOUGH.