For a long time I felt like damaged goods. I was obsessed with the question. “What is wrong with me?’ But I just kept doing the work. A part of me knew that I was not locked into anything. My cells replace themselves completely every seven years. How could I still be damaged goods? Of course I could change.
Saphyre, The Courage to Heal, p. 271.
This is so beautiful and healing. Thank you for sharing.
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Hi Butterfly,
I agree. You’re welcome. Good and healing thoughts to you.
Kate
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