I’m a generally happy, glass half-full and leaping out of my comfort-zone mum of two teenage boys.
I’ve always been an interesting mix of deeply spiritual and very, very human.
As a young girl moving home every two years, I felt angry and rebellious a lot of the time. And yet, I knew I was loved and supported by God (who I prefer to call the Divine now) who I knew loved me even when I didn’t feel loved or supported by my human family.
Feelings of anxiety manifested in my late teens, the overwhelm followed in my 20s and 30s. My mum, a highly sensitive soul, was a ‘worrier’ so I accepted my fate.
Until a doctor suggested that just perhaps these constant feelings were affected my dreams of creating a family of my own. That was my dark night of the soul.
These dark nights of the soul, or wake-up calls aren’t pretty, they can feel really, really, dark. Forcing us to take a long, hard look at ourselves and the way we are living our life.
Looking back now I realise they are also an invitation for us to change our life, our story. To re-write it and create a new future.