SOULS CAN HEAL
HEARTS CAN HEAL
I use to believe that I was unworthy.
I use to believe I wasn’t good enough.
I use to think I was broken.
I use to believe that I would always have a dark space in my soul.
I use to think the fighter in me was a bad part and needed to go away.
Triathon. And Ironman specifically. And that damn non-existence mass start very especially. And dogs. And my D.
Have taught me that EVERYTHING can heal. I’ve learned that I can heal from a near drowning as a child, spritzed up w a crappy childhood. D and these dogs and a couple other GEMS of people are helping me to heal some other parts. Freaking badassery is happening. Does it feel good. Nope. But I’m happy and doing it.
My dog Julie Rogue Boxer is leading the way. D helps her a lot too. She loves the heck out of him. She was a disaster tho. When I first got her. Anger. Abused. Hurt. Broken jaw. She would attack everything. And she continues her journey w letting go of her severe dog aggression. She follows my lead anymore. Her and I are bonded. So if I keep my shit together. She does too. And visa Versa.
This moment meant the world to me today. ❤️🐺👊🏻
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