Then I stumbled onto an Inward Journey, and that saved my life.
First, I discovered journaling, which opened me up to writing down my thoughts, my shame, my wounds, my dreams on the safe pages of my journal. Once written, I began to rewrite my story.
Next came yoga, which helped me find my breath and reconnect to a body I had long ago dissociated from because it was never the right size or shape. The day I learned it was OK to not touch my toes in a forward fold, I wept.
Though I never thought myself artistic, I discovered that creative expression could focus more on the process and not a pretty or useful end-product. I unearthed the transformative power of images, colors, lines, shapes, collage.
Lastly, I learned that all life transitions follow a pattern, one which we can navigate reflectively by connecting to our own inner wisdom. This was my Inward Journey to a discovering myself, my New Beginning.