The stories we tell ourselves. Lies. All lies. Until we find our stories and heal them. Until we see where they come from and hear them. Until we hear them with love and compassion and kindness. Until we can welcome them with an open heart. And once we do that, more accurate and true stories can emerge. Until then, they are all lies.
The theme of the process of unbecoming in order to become has been on my mind for a few months now, and this blog is finally ready to be written as I too have been moving through clearing a number of the old lies I've told myself, as I too have been moving through the process of unbecoming in order to become.