Can we trust the stories in our heads?

I've had the great fortune lately, of getting a chance to look at my internal dialogue in a new way.  I found that the story I told myself, that I always assumed to be true, was actually false.  It may  have applied at the time it was created... or maybe it was only created to justify something I felt I needed to do. 

When the story got wrapped in shame and betrayal and isolation... it solidified itself... like some kind of rock.  And then it was impenetrable.  It just wasn't possible to notice it as a story anymore.  It was too overwhelming to address all of the emotions at once.  So it sat, emanating its lies... inflicting more damage... as I pretended it didn't exist.

But, these things have a way of continuing to insinuate themselves into our lives... they refuse to sit quietly in the corner... despite all hope that they will.  We always cross our fingers and hope we can leave it behind us... don't we?  I did.

And as I've been gloriously held in the unwrapping of this story... and the dismantling of the rock that seemed to hold it all as one story... I have found so many personal truths.  And one of the truths... is that this story, at it's core, is false.

It means there's room inside of me to write a new story.  

In holding myself to unearthing this rock... and in the being held as I saw and felt the things that went into its creation... I've been able to find within me a Fierce Mother. She is the one who cuts to the chase, speaks the truth, and she's always fought for the light... even when the light was the tiniest glimmer.  She never gives up.  She knows that life is complex and messy and that she can find love in it somewhere.  And she is relentless in her pursuit.

She has the trust, the certainty, the clarity, that I felt I lacked.  And I'm so grateful that somewhere inside of me the thing I needed but was sure I did not have was actually there.  

So the new story begins... what do I want it to be?  I know I want it to be more fun... I want it to contain connection and love and laughter and truth.  I want it to contain healing tears and words.  I want it to be about standing for humanity and desire and meeting needs.

I'm ready... to recommit to the Hero(ine)'s Journey!  It's time!