i tell you, lean into the suffering. bend down to meet the fears lurking in the cellar of your subconscious. wake them. rattle them. bear the storm that flows up from the depths. bear it because you can. bear it to know, to finally let yourself know, you are stronger than you imagined. the monsters, the habitual reactions, the stories you cling to and think that define you, they are illusions. they are wardens of a gate-less prison.
stop living in the half-light. once upon a time your methods of deflection and defense were all you could do to keep yourself safe. all these years later, your methods no longer serve you. make the choice to be separate no longer. separate from the great love. separate from yourself. lean into the suffering to break free.
see it. all of it.
acknowledge it. all of it.
feel it.
feel it until you think you might just as well die than endure one more stab of pain from the stories in your cellar.
let the stories die.
in that death, the death of not-you, light will come. wardens will be released. colors will be more vivid. you will feel a new weight, a reassuring weight in your gut, in your cellar. it will be your heart taking up an expanded residence within you, shining its light and writing new stories only love can tell.
{for christine, who will understand.}
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