Today, it’s time for me to do something I’ve needed to do for a long time: It’s time to start healing my voice.
My voice used to be mine and I used to love to share it. Especially through blogging. Writing was my safe place. My outlet. No matter what was going on in my life, I always knew I could come here to work through things. To feel safe. To find some healing.
But somewhere along the way that changed. Somewhere along the way my voice was wounded and stolen by others until I forgot how to truly speak. My heart was still filled to the brim with things I wanted to talk about, needed to even, but I didn’t know how to anymore. Somewhere along the way I let fear silence me. Somewhere along the way, out of self-preservation, I began to give up.
Losing my voice happened gradually. The wounding, the breaking me down little by little until I finally realized what was happening too late, took time. It was one confrontation from one person. One lie from another. One attempt to mold and control me and make me small, from another. And another. And another. One at a time. One at a time. And if a wounding like this can happen gradually, then healing can too.
Which is why I’m starting 222 Days of Healing My Voice, The Challenge.
The rules are simple:
1. Document, here on the blog, 222 days of healing my voice in some way
2. Days do not have to be consecutive and rarely (if ever) will be
3. Log each day by coloring in a piece of my heart using this handmade tracker:
…and watch what has been broken become something beautiful, one day at a time.
Today is day one of 222. The first day of this challenge.
I can’t wait to see where I’ll be at the end.