The need to heal

Nature can be a powerful healer, whenever I feel I am needing therapy I go to my “Happy Place”. I put my purple rug and a bottle of water in my backpack and set off on my journey. It is a bit of a trek because it sits at the top of a hill overlooking the ocean, but the view is well worth the effort. I like to sit on the ground and inhale the beauty that surrounds me. The sheer power of the water breaking against the rocks below can hit with such force I can feel the vibration through the earth. When I look into the distance I often see dolphins jumping in still water. The days when the sun is shining the water shows varying shades of blue stretching all the way to the horizon. It is Mother Nature in all her glory and a magnificent feast for my soul. Negativity quickly leaves me and I am at peace and always go home with renewed vigour.

Not so long ago due to circumstances beyond my control, it felt like my life was spiralling down to a place I did not recognise. Staying positive and trying to keep my thoughts in a good place was fast becoming an exhausting daily exercise. The last time I went to my “Happy Place” I caught myself wondering, if I threw myself down into the ocean below would the waves wash away the demons that lived within my troubled mind.

I remember that particular day because I sat there for a very long time, watching the tide come in and go out again. Thankfully I gained some clarity and I realised I had hit rock bottom, I needed to find a way to lift my spirits and claw my way back to happiness.

Burying painful memories only for them to resurface and haunt me when times are tough is not healthy. I have to stand strong, take one day at a time and try to keep myself occupied so my thoughts don’t wander to dark places. The reality is a diagnosis is not necessarily a sentence and when I think about things with a logical mindset, life as I know it finally makes sense. The fact is I have come a long way with various ailments, one more diagnosis will not make any difference, after all, I am still me and Life Goes On. Now I am loading my backpack to once again start my journey…Let the healing begin.

Have you had an experience like the one of our guest contributor? What advice would you give? 

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