Bring to light, that which is dark. It's Healing.

This is for the person who needs to know, it is okay to be caught safely and held by someone who doesn't expect a thing from you. 

As I was reading through a couple letters, posts and poems, I realized many people feel so alone.

I can't fix that for you, whomever you are.

I can tell you a secret about myself that may allow you to peek inside to see the detail of where my journey has taken me and where I am today.

The journey to becoming whole can be painful.  And it is truly a journey worth taking.

I know the feeling of needing to jump, not because I want to die but because I want to be caught.

I know the feeling of wanting to be caught, then running to hide my face.  For me the embarrassment of wanting to be caught was so overwhelming when someone came to catch me, I ran, ashamedly to hide my face for fear of looking stupid.

I realize I am not alone in having felt this way.  There are countless others who have felt it as well.

Someone said, This must be "normal" for those who have been abused, abandoned, broken, or felt alone.

I say, "Normal" is just a cycle on the washing machine and who knows what normal really is because everyone has a story which leads to how he or she feels about certain things, in certain situations.


It is easy for us to place a stigma on ourselves.  It is up to us to take it off.  That can be very hard to do.

For years, I placed a stigma on myself as "damaged goods".  Later I realized I am the only one who can take it off.  It took me years to remove that half price sticker.

Sometimes it only takes five minutes to put that same sticker back on.  I hate when I do that.  I don't like that it is so easy to find that sticker that I think is thrown away, hidden in a landfill somewhere.

Truth is:  I am not half-price. 
Heck!  I'm not even cheap!  Just ask those who consider themselves to be my friends.
In fact, I'm priceless!
I am not damaged goods. 
I belong front and center, in the middle of my life, dancing in the dark until the light shines down to bend prisms of exploding colors, to color my world.

And because I have learned to love myself, I do love my neighbor a whole lot more.

Bringing to the light, the fact that I needed healing is beginning to help me get rid of the "I's" in my life and focus on the bigger picture.  My healing, It all begins with me.  Living my life, is not all about me.  In fact, sometimes, it isn't about me at all.  It's about holding out my hands and arms, serving others, moving forward for the greater good that God has placed me here to do.