I was studying rock climbing and truthfully thinking of taking it up as a hobby. I’m sure you are probably thinking that it’s not the best idea for a 54 year old out of shape woman. 😁
But as I’m reading about techniques and different styles of climbing, I realized that it’s really not much different than healing from childhood sexual abuse and PTSD.
The goal of rock climbing is to reach a summit of safety. Many times, it’s the most beautiful scenary.
In order to get to the summit, you have to use strength, endurance, agility, balance, and mental control.
The higher up you get, the greater the risk of fall and life threatening injuries.
I have definitely fallen after taking only a few steps up and it feels like the summit is out of reach.
The good thing is that I have a team of spotters. They stay grounded with a watchful eye. If I slip or fall, the give me a hand up.
I’m determined to reach that summit of safety one day. Right now it seems like climbing Mt. Everest.
Every day I feel like I am starting back on the ground and it is a struggle to take that first reach up all over again.
Sometimes it feels like there are monsters pulling on my legs to keep me from being able to get stability. Those monsters are in my dreams and flashbacks. They are in my memories.
Kicking the monsters off is the only way to catapult forward.
I’m not sure if I will start actually rock climbing because I’m busy being a workaholic.
But I am climbing toward the summit of greater emotional health and being able to tell the story of survival and healing.
Until next time – I am being MJ every day.