96 Quotes About Healing-the-emotional-self

Stop with the consistent interpretation of struggle as purpose. Struggle is not defined as purpose. If you need constant friction to fuel your belief in your primary relationships, there are issues in your mind that you need to give attention to. Our relationships need to be gardens of life; not twisted, mangled vines we have forced to take root and to grow.

Healing is never complete until we have been truly heard. May the universe send you someone who will sincerely care to listen.

Why do we choose sadness over happiness, when we are hurting? answer is simple, because every other emotion just feels wrong, depending upon how well you can lie to yourself and convince yourself to feel happy again. But if you want to heal your wounds, Let sadness take its course. It helps you recognize your faults and make peace with your inner self, let it take its time and when the time is right you shall feel happy again, most importantly in control and satisfied.

Healing is not healed.Numbed is not healed.Healing takes time.Healing takes patience.Healing takes love.Healing sometimes triggers anger or sadness or sorrow or guilt or regret.Long suppressed.Long unaddressedSo we make up that healing is wrong,useless and to be avoidedAnd we head back to numbingAnd look for love and connectionWith the numbed and suppressed,unaddressed and repressed...Give space for the damageGive space for the healingLet the healing begin and begin and begin.........

...I realized that rewards are not the goal- if one seeks the ultimate it will elude you. The reward is life itself, in its richness, in its sadness, and joy.

Quiet the mind, heal the source.

You're hurting yourself! You need to talk this out! Stop pushing me out! Let me in, Ally. This secret you're keeping is eating your soul! Can't you see that? Why won't you trust me? Me, at least? I care about you. I love you.

Focused minds have logic in brain, glow in eyes, harmony in heart and mushrooming aura around.

Heartache purged layers of baggage I didn’t know I carried. Gifts hide under the layers of grief.