Healing Deep Wounds

This is a quick and simple guide on successfully traversing the perilous path of healing deep wounds.  Yes, healing deep wounds is a perilous process.  This is why most people avoid it to their own detriment.  Every time one decides to heal from a serious wound, a few things must be acknowledged and accepted.  Healing is difficult.  It hurts to the core.  It takes time.  Healing is also a sort of grab bag.  Each time the healing process takes place, it must occur with a blindfold.  It’s done in the dark while on a unique and new road one has never traveled before.

Understanding the healing process starts with recognizing and accepting what causes wounds.  Wounds occur when we are damaged while vulnerable or in a state of weakness.  Because of this, every wound we receive is partially our fault.  We were either too weak, blind, or open to avoid being hurt deeply.  Significant wounds cut so deep because we are partially responsible for our own demise.  Accepting this part of what causes deep wounds is the hardest to own.  Owning our wounds is the first step in the healing process.

I was deeply wounded once by a group of psychopathic degenerates who did everything in their power to destroy my ability to earn a living.  They attempted to take my life in the process because I refused to engage in activity that would have sent me to jail or cause me to lose custody of my children.  They had the help of government agencies, so I had no way to protect myself.  All my devices were hacked; every breath I took was monitored.  My family members and friends were influenced to take part along the way.  I was ridiculed, laughed at, and ostracized.  Not becoming a criminal became my crime, a crime I soon realized was held at the same social level as that of a sexual offender or pedophile.  My employer fired me while laughing in my face.  Every job I applied for was met with a similar kind of jovial pleasure when I was denied.  I became wounded with a thousand deep wounds to the core.

I could have gone into a shell, taking on a victim mindset.  I could have wallowed in the unfairness of being socially criminalized and marginalized when doing nothing wrong.  I could have bemoaned having all my accomplishments stolen from me and given to real criminals.  I could have given up on my life, on America, on God.  Instead, I chose to heal.

The first step I had to take was accounting for exactly how badly and deeply I was wounded and where the wounds resided.  It forced me to radically accept who I was forced to be socially and professionally instead of how I viewed myself against the backdrop of all my accomplishments.  Whether I liked it or not, I was being viewed and treated like a criminal.  A criminal of the worst kind.  Since everyone around me accepted the lies told about me, I was not only viewed as a drug addict, a prostitute, and a violent thief, just a few of the things I was accused of, but I was also seen as a fraud attempting to steal accomplishments and honor that the psychopaths who attacked me took credit for.  Those were accomplishments I earned through skill and hard work.  Accepting being viewed as the total opposite of who I was was a bitter pill to swallow.  It hurt even more than the wound itself.  But it was the first step in the healing process.

I was now on a road I was unfamiliar with.  I felt blind attempting to navigate my new life of dishonor and embarrassment.  I quickly found peace on this path, though.  I was able to move forward with a serene mindset.  It allowed me to dig deeper into the wound and see where I held culpability in my demise.  I came to understand that trusting bad people and overlooking red flags I saw in them before my demise was a pivotal mistake I had made.  I had lowered my personal and professional standards, giving respect and honor to supervisors and co-workers who didn’t deserve it.  It was a form of people-pleasing.  This was a fatal flaw in my personality leading up to my demise.  I had given lowlifes access, even though they should have never had access to my insight and private thoughts.  I was an open book without any real boundaries.

I went on to learn many other lessons through self-examination.  This then allowed me to examine the environment around me.  I was able to honestly view the true nature of the psychopaths who attacked me, without emotional instability clouding my perspective.  I became more spiritual and loving.  I had forgiven myself for my indiscretions against myself, followed by my forgiveness of the criminals who attacked me.  I learned forgiveness could only come through honesty and truth.  Since I was able to see where I had specific faults, I was also able to see the faults in my enemies.  The forgiveness I was able to give was very specific and targeted.  I knew exactly what we all needed to be forgiven of.  This empowered me.  It raised my soul to a higher realm.

It was after this multi-year process that I was finally able to fully rejoin society.  The process was hard.  I really had to work.  Healing is a process of hard work.  It is also a process of pain.  It is pain following painful wounds.  It is also a multidimensional process.  The body, soul, and spirit must be healed all at the same time.  But through it all comes a strength that is almost indescribable.  It brings an understanding that, no matter what I may go through, I will not only survive, but I will come out of it smarter, wiser, and stronger.  The hunted becomes the hunter, armed with new weapons and tactics forged in the soul.