The Wound is the Place where the Light Enters

“The wound is the place where the light enters” ~ Rumi

It took me til 2 years ago at the age of 36, to realise that there’s another piece to that adage. Yes, the wound IS the place where the light enters you, but even greater than that, the wound is the place from which the light radiates out of you and into the world. 

Enlightened people tell you this cliche thing that all your pain serves a purpose, and that one day you’ll be grateful for it. It sounds like THE MOST bullshit EVER, when you’re in it, but . . . one day, IF you do the work, and WHEN you become aligned with Spirit and your Purpose and you see the world for the bigness, interconnectedness and circle that it is, you get it – all the pain, ALL the trauma, are what allow you to deeply serve and heal others. 

So, I got it.

The reason… the sole reason I am able to reach down into the souls of others, pull out their truths and allow them to sit in those truths, is because I first had to do it for myself. There I was in 2020, grappling with remembering and LIVING, that my sole mission is to serve from and in and with my truth; and the Universe consistently sends those opportunities whether I appreciate it or not. 

There I was, admitting that I’ve self sabotaged and self harmed in EVERY way possible. Lol I have exes who could tell stories about nights when I got drunk on purpose – once drinking an entire bottle of 17% alcohol red wine in under an hour, but usually just mixing ANY liquor someone would offer (parties were my situation of choice. I don’t drink at home). Why? Because I was in pain. Pain I felt I couldn’t speak about, deep pain that had been with me for years, that my dysfunctional coping and survival mechanisms had added to, that I felt no one around me would understand. But… she had to know. She needed MY truth, so she could understand a sister of hers going off the rails for years.

Then I stood in town a few weeks later, ignoring all the shame and admitting that I’ve been suicidal before. 

The person I was speaking to was preparing to counsel a 15 year old currently on lock down in a mental ward, because he’s on suicide watch. And, although filled with all the love in the world and no judgement, she could only offer him theories and empty words, because she couldn’t understand. 

I helped her to understand. Suicide is apathy. It’s the point past pain, where you feel nothing. It’s the absence of hope and love and light. 

So… how might my truth be able to help you? I’ve lived it all. Abuse of various kinds, self medication and harming, spousal abuse (I was in a common law relationship for a few years… that’s how I had my daughter), homelessness, broke, hopelessness . . . Try me. 

I get it. Don’t keep walking around in your pain. Let’s talk. 

Let’s share our truths. 

KAramel

https://linktr.ee/teamviplife

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