I had a conversation with my therapist yesterday. I shared with him how much I’ve purged. I’ve gotten rid of new clothes, old clothes, new shoes, old shoes, wedding rings and engagement rings, books…. and so much more.
He applauded me for this, reminding me of how hard this must have been. After our phone session, I went back to working on grading papers, and messages began coming through my MacBook. I read them, responded, and then scrolled all the way down to the oldest messages. They were dated back to 2016…2017 and my heart smiled as I read them, remembered the I’ll emotions I had, and realized that pain does go away; particularly when you give yourself time to heal and when you allow God to lead you.
I typically share pictures of my journey, but these messages aren’t just sacred they are very intimate. (This goes back to the difference between blogging and journaling. I share what I find to be comforting here, but my journal or just my memories store those intimate details.
Those texts and even screenshots that accompanied them are solid reminders that we must let go in order to truly feel the peace that we deserve.