She held space for me. She asked if I would let her receive me. She said, “You’ve done this for me, you do this for others, and I want you to have the experience of being seen, received and loved for the beauty that YOU are.”
I said yes and she received me. She received the pain, the shame, the hurt, the years of shoving everything down, all of the resentment that couldn’t come up because I was so busy trying to make sure everyone else was ok. Then the anger came up. The rage. Then the disgust that was so extreme I would’ve torn through concrete with my bare hands. And she took it all and yelled for more...and I gave more. And then I cried. And she held me in that space.
Then, I held space for myself. Lying on the floor, as I purged as much as I could. For 3 days. The pain, the hurt, the anger...it had a beauty to it this time. And I found peace in that moment.
This is why I hold space for you.