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Finding Beauty After Tragedy: Bad Things Can Lead to Good

ā€œBehind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.ā€ ~Oscar Wilde

Have you ever had one of those moments when something devastating happens in your world and it feels like the rug has been ripped out from under you? I know I certainly did last year.

I thought my life was moving along wonderfully. I had a well-paying job and was slowly growing my dream business on the side. I was happily married and the mother of an adorably cheeky toddler.

I was only weeks away from moving into our new family home, which had taken us years of …

When Your Struggle Has Become Your Identity: How to Rediscover Yourself

ā€œIt ain’t what they call you. It’s what you answer to.ā€ ~W.C. Fields

For much of my life, I have struggled against the after effects of unresolved childhood trauma.

For years, I didn’t even know how much of an issue it was. I thought it was completely normal to expect the worst or avoid intimacy like the plague.

When I finally dragged myself into a therapist’s office and was diagnosed with ā€œsignificant, complex trauma,ā€ I initially felt free.

And I admit, it was freeing. I now knew that this ā€œthingā€ that I had been dealing with my entire life wasn’t …

Recovering from a Difficult Childhood: How to Reclaim Yourself

ā€œOur greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world as being able to remake ourselves.ā€ ~Mahatma Gandhi

Recently, I had one of those flashes of insight that burn away the illusions I learned as a child in a dysfunctional family and help me see myself in a new light. I saw through an invisible belief that I’ve held for a very long time—the belief that I am not in control of my life.

Standing in line in the grocery store and twiddling my thumbs, my monkey mind ran through the list of what I could be …

Dealing with Painful Memories to Find Peace in the Present

“The practice of forgiveness is our most important contribution to the healing of the world.” ~Marianne Williamson

I awoke early one morning, the cries and pleas of my dreams slowly dissipating, and though I could no longer hear or see what was happening, it stayed with me as I drifted back to the real world. I knew this story; I had dreamed a memory, and the remains of it stayed with me in my body.

Like a dark cloud it made me pull my knees into my chest, and it forced salty tears from my closed eyes.Ā  I had dreamed …