Worth the Work

This morning, I wrote in my journal about how I still get surprised when I cross a new threshold of healing: There’s been so much already—I’m not done yet!?!?! But it’s true, and I imagine that it will long be true, so I keep going. Doing the work; reading the books—one after another, after another, after another; feeling the emotions; listening to my body; finally trusting myself rather than anyone and everyone who tries to gaslight me into believing that I’m doing it wrong; quietly and cumbersomely writing down the ideas and feelings and “well, it’s kind of like this . . . ” until I finally find the words: all of it is important. All of it is worth the work, and it always will be. The peace and freedom from fear that I’ve already accumulated assures me of that.