The topic of transformation, metamorphosis, growth, change, (insert whatever word works for your personal journey) has been front and center for me lately. I like to bring up the things that are hard to talk about. Most of us want to grow and change. Especially if we are taking the time to go to therapy, or work towards healing the wounds of our pasts. It’s hard, no one said it was going to be easy. But rarely do people talk about the absolute pain one feels when emotional wounds get ripped open in order to process, heal and grow. Its a lonely journey, because no one else can go inside of you and heal those wounds or take away the rawness. You have to be the one to do it. It certainly does not have to be an “alone” journey. We can find therapists, support groups, friends, family, books, even blogs so we are surrounded by the support we need. In fact, I think it’s imperative to find people who absolutely “get it” and can relate with empathy when we are in the process of transforming, and becoming the person we want to be.
And really, it doesn’t have to be a shattered past that motivates a person to grow and change. Growth and change are important to do for the rest of our lives. Some people find themselves in a spiritual crossroads, some people find themselves empty after years in a career, and some people are simply unable to feel content and know that there is some road not taken that is calling for them to explore. Whatever the motivation, the transformation to a new way of being from the inside out is painful and sometimes scary.
I have said to a few people, that I believe if we could interview a caterpillar as they transform into a butterfly how it feels, they would tell us it is excruciatingly painful. They are completely changing from the inside out. The end result is beautiful….Butterflies are beautiful!
I know what I had to do in order to heal the wounds of my past. I knew what I wanted my internal life to be and I made a commitment to myself that I was going to do it. I wasn’t prepared for the loneliness of the journey. But that’s okay with me. I understand it, and I want to talk about it. No one can fix it, it’s part of the deal.
And so when I feel that pain of loneliness, I remember why I am choosing to dig up the past, process what happened, understand my Post-traumatic Stress Disorder, find others who are also on a healing journey, and think to myself that The metamorphosis begins where you accept who you were, who you are now, and who you will be.