Healing From Trauma Led to Abundant Love

Words are not my thing. If you’ve ready any of what I’ve written so far, I’m sure that statement does not surprise you. Math is more my thing. When I was in college, I had to get a tutor just to keep English 101. Otherwise I had to take the uncredited English 010. Luckily for me, I had the only person on the planet (I’m sure) at the time who was a dual math and english major. He was able to show me how to take my writing and make it better, using math terms. I still have no idea how that worked exactly. As with most learning at that young age, I wish I could do it again and really learn what he taught me to carry me through life.

I say all of this because I have some many thoughts bouncing around in my head and I struggle to get them in writing in a cohesive way. I can tell you a story, but I just cannot write a story. There are a few people on Instagram who always seem to be able to take my jumbled thoughts and so eloquently articulate them to the world. (Ok, not my thoughts exactly, but good to know smarter people than me are thinking the same thoughts I am!)

Enter Topher Kearby. His words have impacted me in a way I wasn’t expecting. Especially the one around trauma. Let’s take a look at it.

I’ve shared about my son’s illness. It was traumatizing for me to walk through that, to bear witness to his struggles and try to plan for an unknown future. December 2020 was my lowest and coincidentally marked the beginning of his healing. That month I struggle with tinnitus and a deep depression. By the end of the month I realized all of my friends that I had let into my circle of trust were gone, except for my sister and a mentor. I was alone. Now, my faith plays a very large role in my life and I know God was doing a work in my during that time. Stripping away supports that so that I could only focus on Him. But that still doesn’t take away the pain. And I learned a lesson that day. When someone is in pain and truly struggling, be there for them. It’s during this time that my true healing started as well. I was able to forgive someone who had hurt me deeply. “because when you rise from ashes all that remains is love.” And I do like to think of myself as “genuinely kind. powerfully honest. and authentically good.” (I mean, I am an enneagram 1!) I can’t truly explain the transformation I endured through this trauma and healing. All I know is that on the other side, I have been filled with an overflowing love of others.

We don’t know what people are dealing with on a daily basis. By kindness, LOVE, can brighten anyone’s day and maybe even bring a little healing. It’s what led me to become a life coach. Wanting to see EVERYONE know their importance on this earth, to know they are loved and worthy and important. To see them light up when they find a confidence they didn’t know they had. And for some, to just be seen and heard and not overlooked.

Love is healing. Love is freeing. Love does not mean I accept or condone bad behavior. But it does mean that I am with you and for you through anything life throws at you. And through that, you will heal too.