On December 31st, 2016, we moved the last few vestiges of my mum's business out of the space she'd been renting. We'd been in that particular center for almost ten years.
It was the center in which I almost died.
I woke up on January 1st in an almost unsettlingly calm frame of mind. It feels as if the last emotional rope tethering me to the event has been severed and I can finally breathe and be peaceful. I can finally do the things I want to do.
What I want to do is this:
It is extremely difficult for survivors of medical trauma to get the emotional care that they need. We lived, yes, but there are parts of us that are still hurting even though the pain in our bodies is managed or even gone. I am already in school to become a counselor for survivors. I want to create an online haven for those of us who have been through the darkest times and come out the other side.
The reason why I call this place "Kindness Moves" is to remind everyone that there is a fundamental thread of love and decency that runs through all of us. Kindness moves through the world and we must leap into the stream if we want to maintain the flow. Immerse yourself in the things that give you joy, and remember how strong you really are.
