“Despite what kind of childhood you had, after 18 [years of age] no more excuses. Heal from years-old junk and make money.”
A gentleman was talking on Clubhouse, a social media app where users join rooms and engage in topics that pique your interest. “Who is he and what gives him the right to say that??” I asked myself behind a scrunched-up face. His words direct, stern tone, forward-thinking. He shared a personal story on the challenges of reconciling with unhealed people when a person’s age doesn’t equal their maturity level. He ruffled a few feathers after saying we have to do more than pray ‘it’ away by investing in the right kind of help.
‘It’ = trauma, hurt, and forms of abuse, including money trauma. Help = Therapy or professional advice.
I used to be that girl. Complaining about things from childhood & adulthood to the point I got tired of hearing my own self complain. Imagine walking with a 50-lb. sack of bricks from the stuff we hold in. Being 100% vulnerable is not easy for me, but part of the journey that often goes undisclosed until we’re backed into a corner… or snap.
#200Snowflakes
