Today, as I was writing, I realised that healing/life feels like the journey of putting together a puzzle. And it’s the process of putting together the puzzle that we experience the highs, the lows, the frustrations. We meet the pieces and the people or the things we know we’ll need in the future but we don’t need right now. We come across bits over and over that we can’t work out where the fuck they go, and we meet bits of ourselves or notice patterns that come round over and over again, until one day something clicks, a piece fits, and we don’t need to revisit it again or for a while – maybe when the puzzle falls apart a bit. The process of looking for the piece we need, the person or thing or element we need in our healing, feels important too. And it can feel hell-of-a confusing, but it’s where we grow. We need to find the piece, the bit of our puzzle, that fits together with the bit we just found. That just clicks. And when we do, we know it, and we can move on…to the next piece!
The end result matters too, and the sense of achievement and the sense of awe and appreciation and respect we gather for ourselves when we get there, is huge. And totally needed. And maybe within the giant puzzle, is a tonne of mini, baby, ones. Like one big fuck-off puzzle that isn’t just made up of one big one…it’s made up of hundreds of pieces that make up hundreds of puzzles, within the one big puzzle of life.
Healing feels like that. And so does life.
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