Last week, I graduated from a long and painful journey. It took two years to heal, to find the peace that I’ve been searching for, to forgive, and to be whole once again.Two years, I swore to myself, I would take my time and be patient with my heart. When the anger and fear subsided, the forgiveness slowly sunk in… and in God’s glorious time, everything I had been anxious about came to an end when I saw him.

Anybody who has been through Post Traumatic Stress will understand what it feels like — the anxiety, the fear, the nerves that go in all sorts of directions….the loss of breath, the headaches, depression; the shaking, and the disorientation. You want it to end, but nothing that you do seems to be the one solution. You pray to God that he fills you with peace, and you find ways to reconnect with the universe as you welcome the grace and blessings that it wishes to pour on you.

Slowly your heart comes back together, the hurt disappears, but the anger stays within. When the anger fades and there’s nothing left to hold on to, you wake up one day saying a genuine prayer…. and day by day, you allow yourself to love.

Post traumatic stress struck me two years ago, and since then I’ve struggled to find ways to escape, to heal, and to find real peace. My journey has come to an end, and I feel like life is ready to be lived again. And that one moment I feared? turned out to be the one moment that set me free after all.

I’m ready. And this time I know it in my heart and in my soul. Whatever comes my way will be more than happy to know that this woman is ready to love.