I found my spring

But first, Haiku

Dreaming of bright sun
while the river rises
feeding spring babies

Ah, spring and those spring rains. We need those spring rains to nourish all the spring that is springing from the ground and the babies everywhere that are being born or hatching.

As I see the gorgeous daffodils blooming around town, I am reminded of this beautiful, beautiful time of year. Spring is a time of renewal. A time of hope.

But, spring hasn’t always been something I look forward to. The past many years I’ve spent spring being triggered. Some pretty heavy stuff happened to me in the spring months.

I surprised myself this year when the spring air turned heavy with humidity and the smell of controlled burns filled the air, that I felt peace, joy, and hope. I almost feel like I’m discovering spring for the first time in a long time. I see those little green things peeking through dead leaves from fall and I feel absolute hope and joy. It’s empowering.

But, this journey to healing didn’t happen overnight. It took time and it took acceptance. If you’re hurting, please know that healing is possible. Find the right support system through trauma-informed therapy and surround yourself with supportive people. Don’t give up.

I hope that you, too, can find your spring.

Healing. Healing from trauma is so possible. Hold on until you find your spring. You’re not alone.