Letters to Corona: Part 3

Dear Corona,

Today, I’m honoring the grief I’m feeling in the wake of your wave. My life was moving along in a way I was comfortable until your presence had us close our doors and proceed with caution. I’m grieving the loss of revenue from the events I can’t take part in. I’m grieving for all the broken plans that I was excited for. I’m grieving for my quiet time to work without kids. I’m grieving the loss of my norm. I’m grieving my way of participating in the world. 

Just because I’m grieving these things doesn’t mean I don’t have compassion for those who have lost loved ones, jobs, and homes—I do. My grief is not any less there because someone else’s grief is there too. Grief is not meant to be one-upped. We can grieve different things and each one matters. Each one affects our inner worlds.

I know some will not even get to the place where they are able to name what they are feeling as grief. Some will try to shove it down deep out of guilt for having it. Others will try to rationalize it away because they are blessed with so much, how could they possibly feel grief? Some will run to addiction in their denial. No thoughts or actions will stop grief from coming through the door. They will wreak havoc on our nervous systems. They will create internal war, pain, resentment, and shame. 

In hindsight, I was unknowingly resisting my own grief.  When it came in, the grief felt like a rogue wave knocking me down and catching me in it’s pull. I struggled to find my footing and kept fighting to breathe. Only because I’ve experienced, studied, and processed grief did I recognize it by name when it flooded in. I had moved through the denial and felt the loss fully with no control over the tears that came streaming down my face. I’m still not done, but I’m healing because I’m allowing myself to feel.

I’ve struggled for my footing after being knocked down by grief, but I know I will come out stronger than I was before. I went to people I knew would understand and where I didn’t feel alone. I’m taking the time and space to sit with my grief, while not denying the affect it has on me. I ask Spirit for assistance in moving through what I’m feeling in the healthiest way possible. I heard the call to write, and I’m listening. I got the message to breathe and stretch—I’m doing just that. I’m not alone. Experiencing this has shown me how much I’ve grown, and how much I still have to learn. 

Thank you for your continued lessons in compassion for myself and others. I’m grateful for the reminder that grief is apart of this process and we will each experience it in different ways. I honor my grief and I honor the grief of my fellow humans.

With Love and Gratitude,

A Better Me

©Rachael Wolff 2020

Releasing My Inner Victim with Love: A Letter from A Better Me

Dear Inner Victim, 

I’m done with you. You have served your purpose, and now it is time to leave. My attachment to you is holding me back from the life I want. At one point, I needed you. Now that time is over. I don’t need to keep going back and getting stuck in the story of my past. I need to forgive, not for anyone else, but for me. For my sanity, I need to release the pain of my past traumas and find a new and lighter place to dwell. Through prayers, meditations, education, and actions I will find a more peaceful place to transform into the person I know is buried under all the pain.

I’m sorry for all the ways I helped your pain grow bigger and fester as I got stuck in the story of victim. Though I have been a victim, I don’t have to choose to live in the role for life. I can choose to move past the title and grow from the experiences that helped me find a greater compassion for myself and others who have their own struggles at overcoming traumas. 

I now know that how I feel on the inside will manifest a reality for better or for worse. I’m done with taking the “for worse” path. I’m committed to fix the inside parts of me where I didn’t love and honor myself. I have to stop focusing on you, my inner victim and focus on the love inside me instead. When the love inside me shines brighter than any darkness, I am ready to live life as a better me. 

I got the lessons I needed from the pain, and now it’s time to transform into love. In my caterpillar skin, I found my strength, power, and perseverance. Now, I will let the old hurts become the brightest colors in my wings of love. These wings will carry me and help me to see an outer world as beautiful as the one that has been created on the inside. When the transformation is complete, I will be one with life on my inside and my outside. Connecting to nature and all it’s magnificence will remind me to be at peace.

Thank you for serving me. Now,  I send you off with love.

Thanks for the lessons.

With Love and Gratitude,

A Better Me

Rachael Wolff © 2020, 2018

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