Some of the best healers are often those who have hurt deeper than most. We take the lessons we've learned and apply them to the medicine we bring to the world.
The truth is, though, that our wounds still make us bleed and cry out into the night sky. The tears feel hot against our cool skin, kissed by the night breeze.
I wish I could say that with the spiritual medicine I bring to the world, I am a healed individual, and that walking a spiritual path will take away all the pain. But I can't make such promises, as much as my heart longs to breathe those words. And I won’t. The wounds I carry have left scars that occasionally reopen. In turn, this allows me to spill my guts into the words you see before you. Lucky you!
Being a wounded healer means that those called to the medicine I bring forward can feel the truths I hold. Every time I show up for a soul during a session, I offer the deepest empathy, compassion, and kindness to their wounds. My own constantly remind me not to forget the pain I've felt, so I may guide and aid others, just as others have aided me, alongside the resilience, courage, and strength to continue moving forward. Gently nudging that they can to.
I believe we are all wounded healers at some point in our lives. We give others, and ourselves the knowledge we gained when our wounds were the deepest, so maybe they can learn from our experiences and find their way to the other side, discovering the lessons those wounds brought forth. Whether these wounds are physical, mental, emotional, or spiritual, they are all worth healing and tending to, showing us our capacity and endurance to alchemize our wounds into strengths.
As someone who still very much carries her own wounds and aids others in navigating theirs, I offer a gentle reminder that this world isn’t always so bright, nor should it be. To be human means that we’ve agreed to feel, learn, grow, and keep moving forward. We are all leading each other back home. You aren’t broken; you are an ever-unfolding lotus. Your petals may tear off, become bruised, but your roots are buried deep within the mud and the ever-fluid waters.
At times, the wounds feel like they will completely rip your soul in half. Just know that your soul is eternal, and it will take more than this human experience to break it. You may even be surprised at the true enlightenment that unfolds from the deepest hardships and despairs you’ve gone through.
From a wounded healer who is constantly amazed at her own unfolding, I give you all the love and light one can muster. If I have the strength to move forward, so do you!
With love n’ light,
Emma H