Personal Narrative: My Transformational Journey
After so many short and failed partnerships, I began to think there was a problem.
Of course, I wasn't the problem! It was men. They are unfaithful- that I knew for sure and adopted it as my daily mantra. Numerous of men have told me that it is impossible for a man to have only one woman. Each encounter with a man, who anointed this philosophy, only fueled my boycott and pushed me further into demoralizing their existence. My roaring twenties were dedicated to the premeditated devaluation of all men. Where did this view of men come from – the result of being hurt by different men in my life.
In my mid thirties, a pivitol event happened that peaked my perspective and officially began my transformational journey. I got the break up …show more content…
I did not date, look at men or even desire physical touch. Something snapped when he let me go, because no one had ever uttered those words “I don't want you anymore.” Despite my disrespect, cold and mean behavior toward him, I cared for him. I lacked communicate skills so asking for what I wanted was impossible; instead I became upset when he couldn't figure it out.
By to my healing journey. Out of frustration, deeply diving into my spiritual way of life and dissecting my mind, thoughts, behavior and actions, I gave myself permission to cry it out, be angry at other people and then myself, and I took responsibility for my immaturity and for the pain I caused to others and myself.
Attended therapy, bumped up yoga practice, did extra meditation, talked to other women about their experiences were among my list of healing tricks. And eventually I worked through my stuff. My heart was lighter. Long talks with my father, brothers and old flames soothed my soul as I sought advice about who men are and what they wanted for women. Consequently, a large part of my healing process was listening to my own internal nature. Who I knew myself to really be, emerged- minus the masks of competition, control, mistrust, fear and
Of course, I wasn't the problem! It was men. They are unfaithful- that I knew for sure and adopted it as my daily mantra. Numerous of men have told me that it is impossible for a man to have only one woman. Each encounter with a man, who anointed this philosophy, only fueled my boycott and pushed me further into demoralizing their existence. My roaring twenties were dedicated to the premeditated devaluation of all men. Where did this view of men come from – the result of being hurt by different men in my life.
In my mid thirties, a pivitol event happened that peaked my perspective and officially began my transformational journey. I got the break up …show more content…
I did not date, look at men or even desire physical touch. Something snapped when he let me go, because no one had ever uttered those words “I don't want you anymore.” Despite my disrespect, cold and mean behavior toward him, I cared for him. I lacked communicate skills so asking for what I wanted was impossible; instead I became upset when he couldn't figure it out.
By to my healing journey. Out of frustration, deeply diving into my spiritual way of life and dissecting my mind, thoughts, behavior and actions, I gave myself permission to cry it out, be angry at other people and then myself, and I took responsibility for my immaturity and for the pain I caused to others and myself.
Attended therapy, bumped up yoga practice, did extra meditation, talked to other women about their experiences were among my list of healing tricks. And eventually I worked through my stuff. My heart was lighter. Long talks with my father, brothers and old flames soothed my soul as I sought advice about who men are and what they wanted for women. Consequently, a large part of my healing process was listening to my own internal nature. Who I knew myself to really be, emerged- minus the masks of competition, control, mistrust, fear and