Healing from Relational Trauma

I was lying in a pool of sweat when it happened.

Flat on my back, at the end of a Hot Yoga session that had just showed my muscles they could do hard things.

As I lay still, eyes closed, fully at peace, my mind transported me back to an old boyfriends house, where he had just criticised me in a way that had cut deep. Tonight, I realised that his criticism had laid dormant in my body for years. Relational trauma. Trauma I could now go in to heal.

So, from the safety of the yoga studio, I stood beside the frightened girl I used to be. I leant down to her crumpled brow, her quivering body, and I whispered, ‘I am so sorry sweet girl. I am here with you.’

I held myself, just as I’d needed to be held at the time. And the relief came, a visceral feeling of light in the areas my body had held the pain for me until I was ready to let it go.

Learning to mend my own broken heart has become a beautiful practice in my life. Sometimes I do it with the help of my wonderful psychologist. And slowly, I’m starting to allow the people I love to help me mend.

What a truly precious life this is that we are living.

What a heart opening, world expanding healing journey this is.