12/27/2025
When I look back, it makes me cringe a bit…how much is was willing to invest in my suffering vs how little I was willing to invest in my healing and recovery.
When I began stepping into those spaces of connection, it was with a great deal of apprehension.
Yet I had no problem putting my body in unsafe situations.
🔥A sound bath was more uncomfortable than being groped in a crowded bar.
🔥A meditation session felt more terrifying than the loud, head thumping of a good beating from a violent partner.
🔥A healthy meal sounded like something only stuck up people did versus the shots of Jegar and vodka I’d pound down at the bar.
Why was I willing to invest in my suffering and not my healing?
I didn’t have money to pay my bills but somehow I paid $100 bar tabs and rounds for friends to boot.
I didnt have money to pay my debts but somehow always had the ability to buy those jobless boyfriends dinner and gas in their cars.
I didn’t have money to go to a soul filled healing retreat but was able to spend thousands on becoming jobless, carless, and drunk.
What is that?
Unworthiness.
Ultimately, I can see now, I simply felt vastly unworthy.
If you felt worthy, what would you invest in? Would you invest in yourself?