I am reminded of the story of the Velveteen Rabbit; becoming whole is, to me, the same as becoming "real." My journey to wholeness began as a result of what would seem to be a contradiction of anything close to that process. My very early life was challenged by abuse. It was prolonged. It was painful. And, yet, there was something of a "gift" in it, for I discovered transcendance, the ability to see past (or maybe through) the illusion of that being any part of who I was. That experience taught me many things about survivorship and about what it takes to be whole which, in my opinion, means not rejecting any part of who we are. As Carl Jung made clear, whatever we disown takes on a life of its own. Therefore, we need to embrace it all, feel it all, and make choices. This "skill" got me through several health crises including major neurosurgery and breast cancer. It motivated me to create my own integrative mental health clinic in 1989, where to this day, I work with a team of other mental health and complementary medicine practitioners who, together, have a mission to assist others in their journeys to wholeness. So, in response to your question regarding "when" I've experienced healing in my life as a process of 'making whole,' the answer is, continually. Formerly, it came through what I consider Divine intervention, glimmers of hope, an abundance of faith, and some kind of resiliency. Now, it comes through mindfulness, choices, and never losing site (for long) of the power of looking up when things are down and remembering that we are so much more than our problems or obstacles. We are already whole; we just have to heal through the moments when we forget.
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