Back in April 2023, my soul was searching for a place to run away to, a place where I could escape the shitshow of a life that had been brewing for the last 3 years now that had become very real life for me. I was knee deep in unraveling 15 years of life in the house we raised our children in, touching every single thing that was brought into the house and making decisions of do I keep or throw away? Talk about overwhelming. It’s funny how when you store things in storage containers in the basement of the kid’s school projects, or the wedding albums, and the container of love letters your ex had written over 25 years ago, what your brain tells you do with these things when its time to move. Mine froze. My brain was like, this isn’t real. You’re going to wake up tomorrow and the nightmare that you lived today is just a bad dream and tomorrow you’re going to wake up grateful again to have your family intact. So those containers got moved into a pile of “I’m not going to make this decision today”. My parents where over almost every day helping me paint every single square inch of the house to help make it someone else’s home. I was exhausted, I was numb, I was angry, I was losing my mind honestly. But deep down, my soul had been dying for about 3 years. I could feel it at the deepest levels in my body. And I knew I needed to find a place where I could go unload all the yuckiness of my life. There is so much I need to unload, so much that I need to process and work through. A place with professionals is what I was searching for. And I found it! After several intake sessions with an Angel Advisor from the Sedona Soul Adventure Wellness Retreat, a very personalized treatment plan was coordinated for me. And today my treatment coordinator sent me the finalized itinerary. My attachment style is classic avoidance….and boy have I been avoiding this one. The thought of being alone for a week in Sedona sounds like the perfect storm of me finally losing my shit and being so uncomfortable with my place in life right now. But my brain is telling me its time. It’s time to go and share all the wounds of my heart, share the tragic events of my life that have made me the person I am today, so that I can find some acceptance of it and finally start my healing journey. I’ve been avoiding all of this for a long time now. I know this much. But today after reviewing the details of the 15 sessions of work that I will be doing for myself, I think I’m ready.