Healing Ain’t Pretty - But You Still Gotta Show Up

It's been a minute, but I'm back! I've had to do some heavy healing with myself.

Healing is hard. It's heavy, and it doesn't always look cute. Social media would have you believe that healing is just bubble baths and chocolate. That can be part of it, but the real healing happens when you're uncomfortable. Lean into it and show up for it!

Transcript

Patrice B: 0:39

What's up y'all? Welcome back to tacos, tequila therapy, and the tea where we sip, spill, and say the things everybody else is scared to. I'm your host, Patrice B, and I'm so glad you're here. I just wanna say this, y'all. I know that it has been a minute since I've been with you guys, but listen, I haven't gone too far. I just needed a break to process some things, you know how that goes. Sometimes we need a moment and it just took me a little time. But I'm back with more Patrice cause I'm still a verb. I'm still doing all the things, and as always, I'm here to share some of my experiences with y'all. But I hope they help. I truly do. So let's get into it. Sometimes healing ain't pretty, but you still gotta show up, right? So they say, let's call it what it is. Healing is hard. Healing is messy, and it does not always look cute. At all. Sometimes I wish it did though. Like I wish we looked good as we healed, especially in the hard times. But the reality of it is, is that it doesn't, the gag is you still gotta show up anyway. Whether it's pretty, whether it's ugly, it's going smoothly. You got it. You still gotta show up. You can be going through all kinds of stuff and still have to keep going. And you know what? That shit drives me crazy. It drives me crazy sometimes, but it is what it is. It's still the truth. And you know, sometimes social media has made y'all think that healing is all candles, journaling in a pretty notebook and bubble baths. And I've been known a few times to take that bubble bath and came out, thought that I was healed. And don't get me wrong, I love a good bubble bath, but understand, please understand that once I get out that bubble, something else gonna piss me off. That part I absolutely love, but real healing. It's crying in the car before work, after work, before you go home. It's sitting there for a few minutes before work or after work, just trying to get your life together. It's sitting in your therapist's office mad as hell'cause they pulled a card on you and you know that they're right. It's cutting off people you thought you couldn't live without. It's sitting in silence, feeling lonely, but knowing you did the right thing. The side of healing we don't always talk about is not just candles and Q journals. It's silence. It's grief is letting go of people and the versions of yourself you thought you needed. If I'm being real, the last few months for me have been crazy. And even while moving, I'm still healing. There was a time I thought I was done, you know, like I done got through some major shit, like, oh, I'm good now. I'm grown. I ain't mad no more. And then, boom. Something tricks the hell outta me. And then you're like, what in the world? I thought I was healed. So we thought, but let me tell you, you, you are healed and healing. It's not over. It's a process. It is ongoing. Wing, the three dots. You're still going. One thing I've learned is that you don't heal when it feels good. You heal the most when it feels like hell. Healing doesn't happen when the sun is shining. It happens when it's raining. And this summer we've had, I'm gonna tell you this summer, Ooh child, we done had more rain than a little bit. It's been raining like hell. I've been asking, can we please get some more sun? But here's the. The hard part, the hell part. That's what's breaking you open to build something better. That's why it feels so heavy, because it's making room for your next season. So stop waiting to feel easy before you start. Stop waiting for everything to line up perfectly before you show up for yourself. Some of the most powerful healing happens when things feel misaligned. It happens in the silence. It happens in the ugly cries, in the hard and uncomfortable ass conversations, the ones that hurt, but teach you about yourself. And it also teach you about people you thought you knew. And we really don't. Even if you can't see it yet, every single step, even the messy ones is progress. And I know it's been a while since I've been here with y'all, but guess what? Ha ha. I'm back And in full form. Here's what I want for you. I hope this helps and I want this for you and for me.'cause we pot and kettle tutu over the next week or two, however long it takes. How about you just take one step, have that conversation, book that therapy session, say no to the toxic situation. So some, you know, it's summertime they come back. Write in that pretty ass journal. Just take one step, take one step towards the other side of hell, please. And thank you. And if you do, tag me, message me. Let me celebrate you showing up for yourself.'cause you know all of this, I gotta do it too. But it was short and sweet today. That's it for today, but real. I just want you to know healing ain't always pretty, but I've been there with you. We're on this journey together and we're going to get through it. Thank you for spending your time and energy with me today. I don't take it lightly. Thanks for letting me pour into you for a little while. I hope you pull back into yourself too. Until next time, keep growing, keep it real, and stay unapologetic. Love you.