Becoming a Wounded Healer

Don't Lose Hope

“Wounded healers aren’t born or made. They create themselves by transforming their pain into power, and adversity into strength. They understand the value of facing the shadows and transmuting them into light. They help lost wounded souls find help. They help them find healing. They help them find hope.” – Unknown

All of us carry wounds and scars. But these wounds and scars don’t have to define us.

We can still choose the direction of our life. We can choose what we’ll do with these life experiences.

And when we’ve faced the shadows and walked towards the pain, and done the hard work … the intense, life-changing work … we can help other people who are on this journey, too.

We can be an inspiration – for they see that we survived.

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From witchcraft, depression and partying to salvation and peace in Christ Jesus! Cora’s testimony — Spiritually Safe

As a young girl I experienced frequent terrible sleep paralysis which I since learnt can be a sign of demonic oppression. I would just know things via my “sixth sense” and often felt the presence of something unseen.  In my teens I bought a psychic bible, crystals, angel, fairy and tarot cards and white witchcraft books. […]

From witchcraft, depression and partying to salvation and peace in Christ Jesus! Cora’s testimony — Spiritually Safe

The time … husband wouldn’t touch me

Ellie the Crunch

Were you waiting for my dreaded Sunday post?

A bit late but it’s here.

So Sunday started decently as usual.

Older went to Sunday school, husband went for a bike ride on his own. We picked up older early to take him to a friend’s kiddo birthday.

Initially I was supposed to take older and husband was supposed to stay home with toddler. Toddler decided he wanted to come too so husband had to come too. He was not happy.

We got to the party, a bit late, and older refused to come in. Younger started crying that it was too loud.

My kids are clearly not party animals.

I was able to calm toddler down and we were able to go in. Older stayed out with husband trying to convince him to come in.

To my surprise it only took me 10 minutes to accept to come in.


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Late to the Gate

Praying for Eyebrowz

On Sunday morning I accompanied my 16-year-old granddaughter to the airport to catch a flight home to Illinois. I didn’t leave the airport until her plane was in the air just in case they had to return to the gate.

After the plane pulled away from the gate a harried looking couple came running to the desk. The man was frantic, calling “Where’s the agent?”

He pointed at the plane on the tarmac, looked at me, and asked, “Is that the flight to Charlotte?”

“Yes, sir,” I said.

“Where’s the gate agent?”

I shrugged.

The woman remained calm while her traveling companion raged. “We’re late. We’ll have to take a later flight,” she said.

“But it’s right there!” He said, pointing out the window again.

The gate agent returned to angry demands. “You need to have that plane open up.”

“I’m sorry sir, but once the doors are closed the…

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6 Questions to ask when you’re making a tough decision — Coaching Skills International

Survivors Blog Here Mental Health Collaborative

1. What option would I choose if I knew I would definitely succeed? 2. What would I do if I didn’t feel scared? 3. Who can I talk to who’s been in my shoes? 4. What are the likely outcomes of each choice and decision? 5. What is the worst thing that could happen; what […]

6 Questions to ask when you’re making a tough decision — Coaching Skills International

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