I went through some terrible things in my 20s. I had no idea how to handle them and so I would retell myself ( and anyone who would listen!) the story of my pain and trauma over and over so much so that it became my identity. When it was suggested to me to let go of the story, it was like I was being asked to let go of my arm or my child! My story had become a part of me and this suggestion was very threatening, who would I be if I let go? But I gradually found the courage, it was the best thing I could have done.
I have learned that I am not my pain, my trauma or my anxious thinking, I just thought I was.
Please share with us your thoughts and experience with this. What story are you holding onto?
