For a long time, I thought anger disqualified me from being loving.Then I realized it was part of what made me human.
Avoiding it felt like locking a door and convincing myself it was safer to stay upstairs. But when I finally had the courage to go down there, I found out the monsters weren’t real.The basement wasn’t haunted. It was holy.
The cave we fear to enter holds the treasure we seek.Transformation is always waiting on the other side of avoidance.Attention is the beginning of healing.
Reflection: What door have you been afraid to open in your own story?