The cost of Freedom.

I shook, I cried, I screamed, I flowed with the pain.

All the thoughts and feelings swirling in my mind and body releasing itself into the universe, to my higher power. Growth is painful, messy.

It's not sunsets and yoga poses. It's falling to the floor cuz your crying so hard your legs get weak.

It's screaming so hard your whole body shakes like an earthquake. It's snot and slobber and it hurts so bad is hard to breath but I did, I breathed through it.

I puked it out and cussed at it. I didn't run from it or try to numb it. I embraced it, thanked it and let it do what it needed.

The fear, the hope, the pain, the freedom... so grateful I don't have to use or cut to deal with this. So blessed in recovery, this healing heart continues to beat for my serenity!
Paula Scott