I unpacked. Emotionally, physically and mentally. I unpacked.
I unpacked trauma, lies, manipulation and unhappiness. The weight of which became to heavy. It had been heavy for a while. Every year, every incident added to my load. Think of a bucket being filled with water; if you over fill it, it’s hard to carry. Slow and steady stops the spillage but fast and hasty causes the water to splash.
I was the bucket.
I carried myself filled with emotion but tried to continue on like nothing was wrong. So as I carried me, the bucket, I was spilling water – emotional outbursts or rather, pent up anger and unhappiness. Random conversations, interactions and encounters with someone, no one, were triggering. I was so unhappy that anything could make it worse but nothing could make it better.
But I kept on keeping on, until I dropped the bucket. But not all the water ( emotions, trauma) spilt out because as we know, there’s always that little bit of water that manages to survive the fall and remain in the bucket.
So I had to unpack.
I unpacked the rest of water,
I began to tidy up the mess.
I unpacked childhood trauma.
I unpacked internalised negative energy.
I unpacked the lies I believed were true.
I unpacked countless instances of disrespect.
I unpacked the manipulation.
I unpacked unhappiness,
I’ve unpacked. I’m still unpacking.
But we ALL have unpacking to do.
It’s not just me, and it’s not just you. Unfortunately, a lot of us experience crap times and bad experiences. But we have survived 100% of those shit moments.
We live, we learn and we grow.