My Hair is Softer

In one year I got a little older and plenty more seasoned. My face looks different.✨ Sometimes I don't recognize myself. My hair is softer, my feet quite weathered. I felt the depth of my grief and sadness in places along this road while also experiencing elation, ecstasy and liberated joy. I've grown magically 🧚from the inside. Learned new things about trauma, deeper secrets of the body and how wild our brains are. ✨ I put into practice boundaries and no's while cultivating my yes and future self visions. 💫Who knew that the polyvagal nerve, honest nervous system healing, primary care-giver wounding, attachment theory and womb healing would give me so many sighs of relief...yes, yes and yes. ✨Then there's this thing called CPSTD, Christy and that was you my darling, all wrapped around anxiety and fears and nervous system chaos for years. The walking on egg shells and holding your breath had a toll on you sweet one. 💔You rebuilt your house on new, fertile soil. It took a good minute. No worries. There is no rush. Your castle is within🕌 And the body. Oh the dear sweet body just holding on like it's still yesterday, every bone clutching the old scripts, the old ways. This is where I become the lover and midwife: 'tis safe to relax, 'tis safe to allow, 'tis safe to release. And like a good midwife, you just keep holding space and allowing the birth to...happen🌹This is the life is a 51 year old woman committed to evolving beyond the past, transforming the now while raising two boys without a compass and plenty of teeth to bite her way through the barbed wires.🌟 We have this silly idea that you just heal overnight and become a starlit wonder. No dear ones. This is a lifelong path filled with as much love and joy as deep nights of the soul 🙏 Stay on and stay in but don't fear the start. You will never be the same. You will always become more than you bel
In one year I got a little older and plenty more seasoned. My face looks different.✨ Sometimes I don't recognize myself. My hair is softer, my feet quite weathered. I felt the depth of my grief and sadness in places along this road while also experiencing elation, ecstasy and liberated joy. I've grown magically 🧚from the inside. Learned new things about trauma, deeper secrets of the body and how wild our brains are. ✨ I put into practice boundaries and no's while cultivating my yes and future self visions. 💫Who knew that the polyvagal nerve, honest nervous system healing, primary care-giver wounding, attachment theory and womb healing would give me so many sighs of relief...yes, yes and yes. ✨Then there's this thing called CPSTD, Christy and that was you my darling, all wrapped around anxiety and fears and nervous system chaos for years. The walking on egg shells and holding your breath had a toll on you sweet one. 💔You rebuilt your house on new, fertile soil. It took a good minute. No worries. There is no rush. Your castle is within🕌 And the body. Oh the dear sweet body just holding on like it's still yesterday, every bone clutching the old scripts, the old ways. This is where I become the lover and midwife: 'tis safe to relax, 'tis safe to allow, 'tis safe to release. And like a good midwife, you just keep holding space and allowing the birth to...happen🌹This is the life is a 51 year old woman committed to evolving beyond the past, transforming the now while raising two boys without a compass and plenty of teeth to bite her way through the barbed wires.🌟 We have this silly idea that you just heal overnight and become a starlit wonder. No dear ones. This is a lifelong path filled with as much love and joy as deep nights of the soul 🙏 Stay on and stay in but don't fear the start. You will never be the same. You will always become more than you believed you could be💖
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This post from Instagram. I am finding my voice, the story telling voice, sharing my deeper healing journey. Naming the symptoms, the villains, the actual NAMES of what was going on. I get to do this now. I am doing this NOW. I want to share the poetry of my stories for the last 10 years of radical reclaiming ME, of unearthing who I was and am and have become. The poetry and real, raw worded stories that bite into truths and lies.

But mostly...
I want to INSPIRE those who are paralyzed about beginning this journey, the healing, evolutionary journey. I get it. It's awfully frightful. You have to DIE in order to be BORN. You have to shed that old person while rebuilding the new YOU, the true YOU. I want to make this path feel like a journey of wonder and marvel and absolute awe as you...find YOU in there.

I know it looks awful.
It is not.
I know it looks like you can't.
But you can too.
Each time you reclaim your truth, you reclaim a breath you forgot to take.

So inspiration is here.
I am not perfect or fully functioning in this body.
But my soul is simmering goodness. My heart swells with open arms daily. My spirit is alive in my words. And my mind...is learning a new way of being.

This. Is.
For you too.

In love,
Christy Funk.

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