The Home, the Heart, and the Spiritual Reawakening
When I started this blog I said I would share the good, the bad and the ugly on this Journey to healing. I shared a whole lot of the bad and the ugly because, well, that's all there really was. I had to work through the bad, the painful, and the often times gut wrenching in order to find the remarkable, the beautiful, and the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. Sure, there have been times in which that light seemed like it was attached to a freight train hell bent on my imminent destruction. What person who has gone through hell hasn't had that feeling? One of the most difficult things for me to do was realize that the majority of the work I was doing was futile. I spent years trying to get back the person I used to be, the woman I was before being raped. Accepting that the woman I was no longer existed was excruciating. I had to go through a mourning process. I had to learn who I was now, accept the woman I have become, and forgive myself for the things that h