There is a spiritual belief that trauma and difficulties around traumatic experiences are the symptoms of us having lost sight of the purpose of our journey.
But perhaps it’s not always us who have lost sight of the purpose of the journey, but those who inflict trauma on us who have lost sight of their own purpose. I didn’t lose sight of my journey, what I had to deal with, was the purpose of my journey. Like many of us, we’re not always able to fathom it out.
It is the daily practice of gratitude that is available to each of us that pulls us through and I had that in abundance. I was grateful for my existence, a roof over my head, food on the table and the clothes on my back.