3 Subtle Signs You Are Healing Your Heart and Growing Your Spirit
From extreme extrovert to outgoing introvert, there's a good reason for my retreat
They say we have to hit rock bottom to jolt ourselves awake. Princess Jasper’s premature passing was my unraveling. Bereft and desolate, the grief of losing my K9 soulmate didn’t just send me to rock bottom; it splattered my insides all over the jaggy rocks and left me marooned and exposed, being battered by waves.
The defibrillation effect of Jasper’s passing triggered my metamorphosis. I was not ok. But I put on a front and steered my empty shell and hollow eyes through the motions of life.
I lost the energy for falsity, fakeness, and people-pleasing. Suddenly my gumption to show up at social events and entertain with my whimsical humour and high vibrations evaporated. Life continued around me, but my place in the world was precarious. I could no longer carry the burden of other people’s happiness.
I retreated deeper, and while hanging out in the depths of my soul, I found a big ball of tangled yarn from a lifetime of hurts.
I didn’t realise how fragile I…