Today I reread some old entries in my current journal. I am glad, they were big ones. It is amazing to me how quickly I forget the progress I have made. I also forgot my therapist’s words of admiration on our final visit about my courage to heal. Of my determination to heal. And, I forget my complete acknowledgement and validation from deep within me that what she said is true. Funny how we can heal, then forget that we have healed and get back in to that same ole “not good enough” rut!
Or maybe, my progress is part of me now, and forgetting it on some days is okay. Perhaps it is like two steps forward and one step back. I am rebuilding. My foundation is so much stronger now than it was four years ago when I began my recovery. It is stronger now than even six months ago.
But no matter what each day holds, throughout my healing path, my determination and courage to heal have been unwavering. I remember my words, “My Courage is My Treasure”. I have thought about using this for the title of my next book, as it will be about my healing journey. My courage is truly a gift from God – but it is also a gift from me.
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