The truth is we don’t really want to look at our own dark, icky stuff.

It stinks.

It can be revolting.

However, this puss and goo that we have inside ourselves can also make us sick.
So... we kinda have to face it.

If we don’t, it starts to seep out of us and affects those around us. Often our loved ones.

We do not need to hold this stuff in. There is a way to release it.
BUT...it requires us to look at it. Feel it. Be with it.

And who wants to do that?

We want to run, and deny, and flee from this stuff.

Be with it?
Like, yikes! And ouch.

No thanks.

Right?

We can all relate.

Who hasn’t turned away from their pain?
Medicated it.

It can be a lot for sure. I get it. Every single one of us has shit do deal with. It isn't pleasant.

I don’t mind to look at shit. And it doesn't bother me see it in others.

It might be my superpower.

I have a special gift to be with pain. It has allowed me to heal on many different levels. And now I love teaching others how to do this...