Cleansing and Clearing Out

That's what I have been doing. Harvesting all the deadwood, unhealthy ideals and sickening thought patterns that I have held onto and thoroughly, deeply believed.

Does the process of healing feel good? Not by any means, but it is the only way.

I reread and examine those thoughts I carried with me, like treasured artifacts...unwilling to part with. We've spent so much time together, me and my unhealthy ideals.

I wanted to heal and I am.

I was willing to search for, find what was broken and throw it out, I did.

Whilst I still woke up in tears this afternoon, I feel a positive shift in my cosmos.

I went outside barefoot, for the first time since my diagnosis. Ticks made me rethink how I was living and change what wasn't working.

I'm not afraid of ticks and fear is no longer allowed to run my life and yes, grass is still sticky feeling, but pleasant.

I feel pretty wiped out. I did a tremendous amount of work, last night alone. Should take a good week or two to process all the positive ramifications.

I build a fire, burning away what I no longer need or desire. Walking away, I feel warmth