The Whispers of Illness: A Journey of Healing Through Self-Forgiveness

Yesterday, my body woke up before my mind did. An ache, a draining fatigue—these weren't just physical ailments. Experience has taught me they're whispers from my inner self, signals of deeper unrest. Instead of resisting, I leaned in. I tuned into the discomfort, the sluggishness, asking not "Why am I sick?" but "What are you trying to tell me?"

What emerged was surprising—a wave of sadness, a bitter taste of regret. It was directed towards a younger me: the one who stayed silent out of fear, the one who endured a toxic relationship because it seemed easier than fighting back. The one who let her children witness that pain.

Time had passed, and I'd grown stronger. But the regret lingered, buried deep within me, gnawing away in secret. My swollen glands, a physical manifestation of an unvoiced "no," finally alerted me to this hidden hurt.

This isn't about dwelling on the past. It's about confronting it, accepting it for what it is - the past, and making peace with the parts of me that felt too broken to face before. It's about understanding that my younger self did the best she could with the tools she had at the time.

I believe this kind of self-awareness is important to creating something different than what we’ve experienced before. Unresolved trauma, unexamined emotions—they fester within us, contributing to illness and disease. My body's aches were a gentle nudge to look inward, to reconcile with my past, and to realise that the past belongs in the past, and need not hold me back from embracing my future.