I’ve been deep in the shadows for a while now—not willingly, mind you.
I never came into shadow work of my own volition. I tried to avoid it for years upon years. But we seem to evolve no matter what, and to get to where I want to be, it was necessary to go there—to make the unconscious conscious.
At some points in the last couple of years, I felt I was definitely at my lowest, full of fears and insecurities I didn’t know I had.
I was also confronted with the shadow of my feelings of unworthiness via the reflections of those around me. I didn’t think I had these feelings or beliefs about myself. I knew I had some bumps and bruises holding me back, but never did I think it could be so very deep-seated.
After mucking around in it for a while, I found that my trauma is my mother’s trauma, and my mother’s trauma is my grandmother’s trauma. The hardest part was realizing that my trauma is now also all of my daughters’ trauma.
The only thing to do about it is to do the thing that all of my traumatized mothers didn’t or couldn’t do.
What thing is that?
Know my worth and embody it.
And you know what? I’m doing the thing. I’m shedding that old skin that’s far too small for who and what I am.
Unapologetically.
